In the heart of Aquilonia…

where the sand burns beneath the sun…

two champions fly.

Neck… to neck… (neck to neck…)

Brown tunic billows in the wind,

Laurel crown catching the golden light.

Grey-dappled mare — muscles coiled,

Each stride a hammer on the track’s hard soil.

Bare chest gleams — bronze gauntlets flash,

Chestnut stallion with white socks dash.

Eyes locked forward, jaw like stone,

Dust in the lungs, the excitement's grown.

S  P  Q  R! (S  P  Q  R!) red chariots blaze!

The Circus shakes in the midday haze!

Dust swirls high — the gods lean low,

Who will the fates let go? (let go… let go…)

Sand lashes skin…

Hooves shatter air…

Every heartbeat… a wager.

And Rome watches all.

Neck to neck — no breath between,

Every muscle stretched, every sinew keen.

S  P  Q  R shines on the crimson front,

Victory waits… as the chariots shunt.

Aquilonia remembers.

The dust keeps the truth.

The gods keep the rest.