When I come down, in the arena,
I know I fulfill a sacred act.
The bravery of fighting the beasts
Turns my d**h into a feast.
Gladiators spill the blood
For the glory of their God.
For the last time we see the sky,
We, who are about to die...
When the metal meets the flesh,
I defy d**h!
With my shield, or on my shield,
I'll finally meet the Elysian Field
In d**h...
The only fear that I know
Is to lay down dead by the end of the show,
But if it happens, I'll keep my breath,
'Cause "Pollice verso" means my d**h.
Any moment could be the last,
There is no future, there is no past.
My fading breath is all that I feel,
The end is near, the end is real.