Fingers tremble I rise The crowds, I hear Voices cry My daggers, their hilts I cradle The battlefield, I near Chariots rumble His face flashes Through my mind If I must, a hundred beasts I will face, No matter the kind Bloody dust I breathe As sunlight pours The arena I meet Gladiators lunge At the giant demon One stroke, all slain The strongest even It spots me To it I run Courage feigned My heart is my armor Blood rains.