I am the gladiator
I am a weapon, composed of bone and muscle wrapped in flesh
The discipline of a soldier, but I’ve been trained by the best
There’ll be no sympathizing on this battlefield, no hesitation with my attack
If we end up in the same arena, death to the end we’ll duel
Striving in life so I can remain in this fight
Everyday I peer out my cage, thinking of the war I’m about to engage
And so far, I’ve survived this game for the kings
But in the depths of my mind, I’ve come to realize
I’m breathing to die
And I’m dying to breathe
When will the day come that I’m removed from my feet?
And like all of my opponents, I’m forced to kneel to this King?
Whenever it does, there won’t be remorse in my eyes
They’ll only be hate for my captors and hope for revenge in a spiritual life
I bear no resemblance to any fighter you’ve ever seen
I’ve been built like stone from within
My courages have aligned
I have the speed of a cheetah
And in the darkest shadows of the night
I’ll shine like armor when the morning dawn casts it’s light
I am the most powerful gladiator this world will ever know
When the dust starts to rise and these spectators cheer, I’ll swing my mase above my head
Swords will be as sharp as they can possibly be, spears will set and ready to throw
War will be shed the moment the King stands and says
“Gladitors, go”