Lyrics of Gladiator by Peng Fang(peng fang jiao dou shi ge ci )

(RAP) abandoned shield burning Tarot

God's arrangement for victory or showdown

I haven't had time to say hello to you

But now I can only say bye bye to you

Iron shackles trap dreams

Lying in the dark black tower

My world blood red sunset

I trembled in cheers

I can't help that crazy impulse

My spear was aimed at his throat

We are all trapped beasts

Are trained to be excellent

The sword is rusty

I just want to fight to live

The audience raised their hands and roared

The king was waiting with a smile

About happy slaves

Desperate for freedom

The bloodthirsty hawk flies past waiting for its feast

The quiet night of the performance square ended

Memories of childhood in remote villages

The chamomile blooms brightly in this season

The moon outside the window is red with blood that cannot be washed away

Sometimes I wonder if I'm still alive

In the heart sad cry this cruel world

Happiness is that I can live to see tomorrow

(RAP) heroes will continue to exist

The outskirts of ancient Rome

The reed sways in the dark night

Trapped animals besieged the city too quickly

People are screaming

Glory or failure

This victory, this defeat

Iron shackles trap dreams

Lying in the dark black tower

My world blood red sunset

I trembled in cheers

I can't help that crazy impulse

My spear was aimed at his throat

We are all trapped beasts

Are trained to be excellent

The sword is rusty

I just want to fight to live

The audience raised their hands and roared

The king was waiting with a smile

About happy slaves

Desperate for freedom

The bloodthirsty hawk flies past waiting for its feast

The quiet night of the performance square ended

Memories of childhood in remote villages

The chamomile blooms brightly in this season

The moon outside the window is red with blood that cannot be washed away

Sometimes I wonder if I'm still alive

In the heart sad cry this cruel world

Happiness is that I can live to see tomorrow

The bloodthirsty hawk flies past waiting for its feast

The quiet night of the performance square ended

Memories of childhood in remote villages

The chamomile blooms brightly in this season

The moon outside the window is red with blood that cannot be washed away

Sometimes I wonder if I'm still alive

In the heart sad cry this cruel world

Happiness is that I can live to see tomorrow

Chinese PinYin : Peng Fang Jiao Dou Shi Ge Ci