Текст песни 3 Inches Of Blood - Trial Of Champions

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ALRIGHT! C'MON! Enslaved by warlords from faraway lands Forced into a life of slavery Forced to fight your brothers for rulers so cruel A killer instinct your only excape Ferocious battle Must fight to survive Each weapon an extension of your strength All victories add greatness to your name Fight to the death There will be no surrender Your cunning must be afforded There will be no remorse for those who gamble with your fate Freedom Through killing strangers will it come You fight to live Freedom gained with ever shiv You need to prove Prove your worth To ascend to the Trial Of Champions Every fight a battle to the death Your fate lies in the hands of fools A meager wager more precious than your life When the thumb comes down You know just what to do Kill! Kill! Kill! It's your time Do what must be done Every day you fight Every day you win Taking the life of the Emperor The ultimate reward for surviving the Trial You will not die in chains A champion you are

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