The Christian
Smell the noise hear the fear
All around the ghosts are here.
Walking round in baking sun
Even now I feel the evil done.
Deep under the arena it must of been like hell.
Animal and humans taste the smell.
Hear the wails of those who cannot cope.
The dead and dying lost all hope.
From the dungeon depths out into the sun.
Blinded by the light deafened by the crowd.
They feel anguish their trial is begun.
The animal approaches the audience roars out loud.
The Gladiator
Beads of hot sweat blind his eyes
Fight he must not die
Alone in the dark he cries.