Cauldron Born - Blood Bath In The Arena lyrics

The wind is moaning through the trees and the sorceress on her knees Sacrifice in the grove tonight The legions are on their way and the Romans they must pay Sorcery to crush their might In a world not our own a king lolls on his throne And faint, he hears the call >From a book of ancient spells The sorceress calls up hells Where the lakes of blood run down like water falls Demon come forth Manifest rune Thorn Thorn the vampire, Thorn the man Thorn the king from the dying land Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one He who holds the sword of Spartacus Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed Blood Bath In The Arena Gladiators and spectators die Blood Bath In The Arena d**h on wings will fly Blood Bath In The ArenaThorn rides and the vampire horse will feast It is the price for saving the Erin prince From the d**h the Ceasar has decreed The magick charged blade the old druid had bade be delivered to the prince The Ceasar will not deny the last request in his eye of the doomed prince The blade will not mark the prince, Thron he will sense The magick encased within All others they will fall in the stone encased walls The arena their tomb sealed He mounts the Vampire horse aerial borneupon his course Thorn the vampire, Thorn the king A song of slaughter his blade will sing Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one, he who holds the sword of Spartacus Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed Blood Bath In The Arena Gladiators and spectators die Blood Bath In The Arena d**h on wings will fly Blood Bath In The Arena Thorn rides the great winged beast Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast On Roman flesh and blood [Solo] Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one he who holds the sword of Spartacus Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed Blood Bath In The Arena Gladiators and spectators die Blood Bath In The Arena d**h on wings will fly Blood Bath In The Arena Thorn rides the great winged beast Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast On Roman flesh and blood All that was left was a mountain of skulls