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  Death 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 death 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  Death 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  Death 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