The horror of men at war with themselves.

What have we done?
Oh, what have I done?

Turn the heartless to stone.
Carrion of the feast growing colder.

The murder is me.

I was of noble cause.
I was of royal blood.
Still the jaws sunk in their fangs just enough to commit me to our fate.
Sky's gray

These of valor better tighten their hold.
(The) wicked of sin feed off hate alone.

Decimation!
Get to your stations!

Spartacus burns!
Spartacus burns!

We killed women.
We killed children.
The arrows pierced the innocent.
The terror pierced the imminent.

The murder was me!

We will kill that or be killed it matters not as long as,
Spartacus burns!
Spartacus learned!

The archers stand at ease, but easy this is not.
I curse the gods!
For I was not the one to damn!

The Colline gate, is held open by blood!

They deserved not death, witnessed pain instead!
In the wake of our mercy, we left them for dead!
For our cowardice, the general will have our heads!

We are all guilty, my hands are still filthy with blood.
While the wicked still survive. I WILL DIE!!

Murder in me.
I must die by, the hands of my own men.

Sortition of the tenth,
Decimation well spent.

One out of ten must atone for the rest, I'll take a stand.
Ashes to ashes as my bones turn to dust, I wait for the end.
Domitian, forgive me; it was my mission but not my choice.
Condemn me! Condemn me!! Snuff out my voice!

Sulla smiled as Crassus stared.
'Take your mark' he says.
'Take aim' I said.
'Fire to kill'
'Fire at will'