At the Demon’s playground I stand
They are welcoming me like a man,
I can hear the evil inside,
I have to fight for the pride.
Forged by sweat and metals
The road won’t be with rose petals
I looked up the skies to seek blessins
People cheered “The fallen Prince ,The Fallen Prince”
On the path of blood and bone,
I'm forced to walk alone,
Hunted by the ripper of sin,
I begin to doubt if I shall ever win.
Colosseum is called The garden of Death,
I have to face the giant named AZMETH
The carrier of death is calling me
Nowhere to run, nowhere to flee.
Disturbed souls of mortal men,
Growl in the darkness screaming my name,
This is no place a man should be,
I remember the face of my bride-to-be
The chilling howl approached behind,
From the hideous creature I came to find,
I become a gladiator on this sand,
One last battle...one last stand
