Shrill of the horn screams my name
Pounding the ground the games begin
The crowd they roar
The blood it boils inside me
I fear not you you fear not me
The swords are drawn and shimmering
The time has come again
To honor our king
The Gods have blessed this wicked game
To fight we must and show no shame
To feed our blood thirsty king
I look into your eyes
Reflections of the sky
A whisper on the wind
As your soul says goodbye
Reds sands underneath my feet
Stained by the blood
Lord I draw from Thee
Red sands as far as I can see
Tainted these lands
Stained by history
What once was a whisper
Now is an echo in my head
The look on their faces
As I stand in this sea of red
I feel the evil rising
Hear the mesmerizing voice from hell
Feel the evil rising
Hear the mesmerizing voice from hell
Reds sands underneath my feet
Stained by the blood
Lord I draw from Thee
Red sands as far as I can see
Tainted these lands
Stained by history
Reds sands underneath my feet