Marching through the valley
On their way to kill
Warriors of The Hallas
To conquer is their will
Spartacus is leading
Battalions to the front
He battles gladiators
A neverending hunt
Rebel in his own right
Wins the Serville War
Hordes of slaves march
From Vesuvius, they roar
Troops of blazing chariots ride
Across the barren lands
Spartacus commands them all
In his way, no one will stand
Love to fight
To win
To battle through the night
The need to survive
Love to fight
To make them cower
To see them lose their lives
Oh, no
Spartacus bears
A sharpened metal mace
This he will use
To conquer any place