Grave Digger - Forecourt to Hell lyrics

Smell the sweat of their bodies Hear the screams of the mob Feel the heat of the atmosphere It's crackling! The gladiators are here! CHORUS Morituri te salutant We are raising the flails Morituri te salutant Our lives are for sale Steel meets steel in the forecourt to hell Where the slaves of the universe Say farewell. Blood runs red when the fighting begins In the forecourt to hell, no one will win. The gates are opened, drums of d**h start to sound The Roman Emperor established the round Hate and anger drawn in their faces The crowd celebrates with rejoicings and embraces CHORUS The mighty and strongest Will survive. There will only be one Who will leave alive There's no grace, for the struck man. Head's are rolling, Before the fighting starts again! CHORUS