A bull whip crack on sunstained back.
An ancient tradition on dusted ground
Prepare for the fate of predictable outcome;
One chance to buy yourself,
One to gain freedom through victory,
And yet a thousand to die on the sand.
Fight for the coin to bring freedom
A chain undone through wealth
Live for the hope of a rudis
Salvation won through glory
Kill for the carrot on the stick
Die for the joy of the crowd