In the lower lands where Romans reigned
One warrior made a stand to curse their names
Screaming voices fueled the anarchy
A vision he did have for all to see
No man shall be slave under my hand
Equal we are together, we stand
All tribe and tongue warriors as one
With Spartacus ride!
Under the gods we shall fight
Rebellion will be a glorious site
The bastards will bleed by no prince or king
Dark ravens can feed into the night!
Crushing iron chains of these evil men
Warriors bound by honor till the brutal end
By the legion their outnumbered three to one
The more that fell the stronger they become
There's no end in sight
The blood turns as black as night
Shrouded in misery
Corpses far as the eye can see
Spartacus's heart is torn
Longing for the lands of the north
But to his troops he is foresworn
In oath and honor this man was born
No man shall be slave under my hand
Equal we are together, we stand
All tribe and tongue warriors as one
With Spartacus ride!
Under the gods we shall fight
Rebellion will be a glorious site
The bastards will bleed by no prince or king
Dark ravens can feed into the night!
Here we'll make our stand
Pierce the Roman's hands
Nail him to a cross
Exposed for all to see
Defiance of the tyrants creed
Now our time has come to see one final sun
Into death, Spartacus ride!