Teutonic Death

screams in the arena, two thousand years ago
breathe in the atmosphere and the clouds of dust
he´s blinking at the sun, there he stands alone
(you) gotta fear him, the gladiator, he´s there to win

warrior, warrior, show your face
your scarred face to the world
superhero, they´ll never bring you down
you´re a slave to the roman empire
full of pride in contempt of death

teutonic giant, pure death machine
teutonic master, praise the gods

hail to the emperor, there upon his throne
armoured legionairies now open the gates
hordes of roaring warriors, all doomed to failure
fanfares prepare them for their final fight

warrior, warrior, observed by
tenthousand pairs of eyes
he swings the axe and a sword of steel
waterfalls of blood are flowing
to the ground and mixing with sand

teutonic giant, pure death machine
teutonic master, praise the gods

warrior, warrior, a shield of hate
will always keep you save
the dust descends, a single man´s alive
he´s earned the right to live another few days
in the circus maximus

teutonic giant, pure death machine
teutonic master, praise the gods