In the sand of the Colosseum… (Colosseum… Colosseum…)

Two warriors stand.

Steel, sweat, silence…

And the gaze of Caesar.

One wears a galea, bronze shining bright,

A subligaculum binds the soldier for the fight.

The other clad in galea and subligar bold,

Their honour is greater than silver or gold.

Gloria! Gloria! (Gloria! Gloria!)

The arena roars, the heavens see!

No shame, no fall, but courage’s flame,

Two hearts endure — two earn their name.

Sword meets sword in a ringing cry,

Dust lifts high to the Roman sky.

Blood is spared, though blades had sung,

For valour cheers, the day's still young.

Honos… (honour…)

Virtus… (virtue…)

Caesar lifts his hand —

And both shall live.

Gloria! Gloria! (Gloria! Gloria!)

The sand remembers, the stones still sing!

With galea shining, with subligar worn,

Two gladiators… forever sworn.

Vale… Caesar has spoken.

Life… life remains.