Thousands of conquered lands   Shining under the imperial sun   We who are about to die   Won't salute you and no victis honor   To the fallen ones      A call for encore   From far away      O here we stand   Figures of a game on torrid sand   Gird yourself for the next round of battles   For the need of excitement   And another glorious parade   We lay here dying appealing our fate      Countless are the chosen few who stood fast   Concealing their fear in the great uproar of cheers   When the die is cast      There's a beast of cruelty creeping all over the land   Nameless are the ones who were   Begging to live begging to save their lives      In a futile dream of a noble state   For only power could conquer fate      All it leaves is blood and dust on the ground   Storm clouds thunder in unison with the crowd      A call for encore   From far away   Screaming for more   From far away      Oh here we stand   Figures of a game on torrid sand   Oh here we go torturing our souls   On torrid sand