Be a warrior like Spartacus...Smart, strong, fearless and ambitious...
I was born a poet and a lover
Not a soldier or a gladiator
But I vow to become stronger
Courage holds me together
Resisting the cold in the winter
Training in the harsh weather
Love and strength give me an invincible soul
Strong enough to defeat the graveyard ghoul
Trying to escape from an underground hole
I'm not hiding like a turtle or a burying mole
I'm working up myself towards the final goal
My soul is as flaming hot as a piece of coal
With an iron will that will never bend
Countless warriors meet their end
Carving my name in crimson sand
My name spreads across the land
At the throne of Colosseum I stand
Wishing you there to hold my hand.
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