Once again History is seen repeating itself, in power, greed and man's inhumanity to man in all its terrible forms. This is about a Gladiator, the Champion of Capua at the time of Spartacus....enjoy
- Champion of Capua
- Another Side
- History, Herstory Repeating…
- It Will Return
- End of a Saga
- In this Time
- credits
Champion of Capua
Crixus a Gladiator was he
Champion of Capua
Glorious in his strength
Mighty
Tall he stood inside the ring
Where other gladiators against him came
Each one he decimated, killed
Wounds too terrible to perceive
Then cut off their heads he did
To the roar of the crowd
This he was bid
No mercy given
No mercy shown
A killing machine was he
Champion of Capua
Glorious in his strength
Mighty
Tall he stood inside the ring
Where other gladiators against him came
Each one he decimated, killed
Wounds too terrible to perceive
Then cut off their heads he did
To the roar of the crowd
This he was bid
No mercy given
No mercy shown
A killing machine was he
Another Side
And yet another part of him within
Was in a different mode
Care he could with all his heart
A girl quite young
A slave like him
Whose love he did inspire
For her his soulful eyes did search
Whenever she went by
She knew his feelings were for her
And not her mistress Lucretia by name
His job was to entertain in the ring
But also to fuck his domina and get her with child
This he did having no other choice
For to roman nobility everyone else a slave they be
To use and abuse at will
Was in a different mode
Care he could with all his heart
A girl quite young
A slave like him
Whose love he did inspire
For her his soulful eyes did search
Whenever she went by
She knew his feelings were for her
And not her mistress Lucretia by name
His job was to entertain in the ring
But also to fuck his domina and get her with child
This he did having no other choice
For to roman nobility everyone else a slave they be
To use and abuse at will
History, Herstory Repeating…
And as I have written
So many times before
The same thing still goes on
In different forms maybe
But still in accord
With what then took place
Man’s inhumanity to man
Now we see the cruel regimes of Africa
The political chaos of the west
America, England heading the rest
Taking away the rights of man
Those given to him under Grace
Not under the Law
A cruel master that be
And whilst the masses hide their heads in the sand
Away from the brilliant light of day
Heedless they are
Mindless too
Engorged on chemicals
Spewed into their food and drink
By purveyors of greed
Those who under a cloak of respectability
Hide
So many times before
The same thing still goes on
In different forms maybe
But still in accord
With what then took place
Man’s inhumanity to man
Now we see the cruel regimes of Africa
The political chaos of the west
America, England heading the rest
Taking away the rights of man
Those given to him under Grace
Not under the Law
A cruel master that be
And whilst the masses hide their heads in the sand
Away from the brilliant light of day
Heedless they are
Mindless too
Engorged on chemicals
Spewed into their food and drink
By purveyors of greed
Those who under a cloak of respectability
Hide
It Will Return
Not the slightest inkling have they
Of what the future holds for them
Then they will cry ‘why me, why me’
Their actions of the past up to them catch
In hard and vicious ways
But that is down the line
Now is the time to change their tune
Make recompense for their actions
So they can once more
Look into the mirror and see
Faces of goodness reflected
Not evil in its highest degree
Of what the future holds for them
Then they will cry ‘why me, why me’
Their actions of the past up to them catch
In hard and vicious ways
But that is down the line
Now is the time to change their tune
Make recompense for their actions
So they can once more
Look into the mirror and see
Faces of goodness reflected
Not evil in its highest degree
End of a Saga
And what of Crixus you ask
I cannot tell you now as I too
Have to watch the end of the saga
Of Blood and Sand
A telling of Spartacus most profound
Most enjoyable too
With lots of sexual activity
Man fucking man
Woman on top of woman
Two, three or more
It matters not
Pure sensual pleasure it be
I cannot tell you now as I too
Have to watch the end of the saga
Of Blood and Sand
A telling of Spartacus most profound
Most enjoyable too
With lots of sexual activity
Man fucking man
Woman on top of woman
Two, three or more
It matters not
Pure sensual pleasure it be
In this Time
And in our time
This still goes on
In whorehouses around the land
Where men and women of power
Meet
To arouse their senses
Deadened by their lifelessness within
Sometimes into the news it leaks
Especially on the internet
Where so much is exposed
Deny they do with much aplomb
But still we know it is going on
This still goes on
In whorehouses around the land
Where men and women of power
Meet
To arouse their senses
Deadened by their lifelessness within
Sometimes into the news it leaks
Especially on the internet
Where so much is exposed
Deny they do with much aplomb
But still we know it is going on
