Echoes of the Trumpets

all eyes directed to the entry gate
the crowd is greedy for this fucking madness
trumpets adumbrate the ultimate carnage
the unpredictable is rendering you powerless

on the emperor staying
the leader, the king
heed his words and the violence they bring

silence spreads among the
audience while they are
waiting for the baleful rendition

""let the games begin""
sounds so deep that you can feel it
""let the games begin""
frenzy spilled over the bystanders

move your ass it's time to die
cross the point of no return

you are entering a ruthless world
without remorse, you can smell the death
only seconds left
to realise the insanity
don't regret your brutal deeds

obscure creatures entering the ring
kissed by the gorgeousness of controlled evolution

merciless and raving mad
only blood can feed their thirst
every imaginable kind of warrior

is trying to climb up the ladder of glory
your are trapped in a case of dog eat dog

body parts flying into the audience
the shredder is grinding through the meat

the kill counter is rising fast
one down, the next mutated waiting for his turn
waiting for his turn

it seems like a neverending
supply of fresh meat
delivered on a tray
to the raging crowd