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[by:天琴实验室AI生成v1.0]
[00:06.570]Opplomak -Kronos
[00:27.330]To suffer myself, to be whipped by rods
[00:28.380]Burned with fire, or killed with steel...
[00:30.180]If I disobey...
[00:30.660]In times of plague, famine and death
[00:31.530]A fantastic clamour raises from the coliseum
[00:34.530]The circus maximus under an overwhelming sun
[00:38.100]Welcome the silver-armoured barbarian horde
[00:42.540]Overtrained gladiators thrown in the arena
[00:43.980]Alongst chained lions and phaetonic aurigas
[00:44.850]Acclaimed by the crowd, idolized as mightiest gods
[00:51.000]They brandish their weapons, transcending the greedy punters
[00:52.770]By times of triumph, decadence and impericide
[00:57.120]The chariots mark forever the sand ring with their wheels
[01:03.420]Shame to the last one, honour and pride for the son chosen
[01:04.860]While gladiators walk now from shadows to their fate
[01:10.500]Supreme machines whoe spectacle is primordial
[01:20.400]Torture and"To the death"have never existed
[01:21.540]Satisfied or repaid, are unknown words
[01:26.820]Neither lowered, nor raised thumbs...
[01:35.520]"Sold then bought as interestless things
[01:36.780]My still in the art of fighting
[01:38.370]My strength in the will of survival
[01:43.080]Child, I soon learn the Dictum Primeval..."
[01:44.310]Neither whiplashes or insults prevent me
[01:45.510]To be entangled in the revenge spiral
[01:46.440]One day, the gathering'll scand my grade
[02:08.400]Quia nominor Opplomakus
[02:14.130]Ave Imperator, Morituri te salutant
[02:39.870]The opplon strongly hold, we brave our combat
[02:41.190]Helios smashes us with solar might
[02:43.980]But we must play this ever-cheated game
[02:45.930]Moved as vulgar pawns on a circular sand chessboard
[02:48.540]We are human bishops handled by emperor's attractions
[02:54.900]The fantastic clamour raises again on the arena
[02:58.590]In times of plague, famine and death
[03:03.150]Slave... Slave then deity
[03:05.040]Grandiose... Grandiose destiny
[03:06.090]Dictum... Dictum Primeval
[03:17.250]Law... Law of survival
[03:31.020]By times of triumph, decadence and impericide
[03:33.510]The chariots mark forever the sand ring with their wheels
[03:34.890]Shame to the last one, honour and for the son chosen
[03:36.210]While gladiators walk now from shadows to their fate
[03:42.960]Supreme machines whose spectacle is primordial
[03:50.670]Torture and"To the death"have never existed
[03:54.870]Satisfied or repaid, are unknown words
[03:57.000]Neither lowered, nor raised thumbs...
[03:58.170]"Sold then bought as interestless things
[04:03.360]My still in the art of fighting
[04:04.080]My strength in the will of survival
[04:05.070]Child, I soon learn the Dictum Primeval..."