Spartacus

Sword raised in arm
Sulked in blood of foes
Skill unmatched in battle
To strike the final blows

No shield needed wielding
For the gods have blessed your soul
You fight for honour and freedom
To get back what they stole

You heart weighs heavy lingering
To touch the one they killed
In cold blood they will pay
With the training you are filled

For you are the saviour
The bringer of rain
You cast shadows on the evil
cause them suffering and pain

Like they bestowed upon you
You will have revenge
Freeing all the slaves
You'll Slowly see your heart mend

To fight for justice
And die without fear
With sand underneath feet
And sword drawing near