Opplomak Lyrics

To suffer myself, to be whipped by rods

Burned with fire, or killed with steel...

If I disobey...

In times of plague, famine and death

A fantastic clamour raises from the coliseum

The circus maximus under an overwhelming sun

Welcome the silver-armoured barbarian horde

Overtrained gladiators thrown in the arena

Alongst chained lions and phaetonic aurigas

Acclaimed by the crowd, idolized as mightiest gods

They brandish their weapons, transcending the greedy punters

By times of triumph, decadence and impericide

The chariots mark forever the sand ring with their wheels

Shame to the last one, honour and pride for the son chosen

While gladiators walk now from shadows to their fate

Supreme machines whoe spectacle is primordial

Torture and "To the death" have never existed

Satisfied or repaid, are unknown words

Neither lowered, nor raised thumbs...

"Sold then bought as interestless things

My still in the art of fighting

My strength in the will of survival

Child, I soon learn the Dictum Primeval..."

Neither whiplashes or insults prevent me

To be entangled in the revenge spiral

One day, the gathering'll scand my gradeKronos - Opplomak - http://motolyrics.com/kronos/opplomak-lyrics.html

Quia nominor Opplomakus

Ave Imperator, Morituri te salutant

The opplon strongly hold, we brave our combat

Helios smashes us with solar might

But we must play this ever-cheated game

Moved as vulgar pawns on a circular sand chessboard

We are human bishops handled by emperor's attractions

The fantastic clamour raises again on the arena

In times of plague, famine and death

Slave... Slave then deity

Grandiose... Grandiose destiny

Dictum... Dictum Primeval

Law... Law of survival

By times of triumph, decadence and impericide

The chariots mark forever the sand ring with their wheels

Shame to the last one, honour and for the son chosen

While gladiators walk now from shadows to their fate

Supreme machines whose spectacle is primordial

Torture and "To the death" have never existed

Satisfied or repaid, are unknown words

Neither lowered, nor raised thumbs...

"Sold then bought as interestless things

My still in the art of fighting

My strength in the will of survival

Child, I soon learn the Dictum Primeval..."