Panem Et Circenses

Our boots will crush, the crimson ground
As we march, with iron will
The roaring crowd, a deafening sound
Their cries of glory, fuel the thrill
Draw your cup and strike
Hear the crowd ignite
Charge your voices across the field
Together we will fly
Charge your heart through destiny
Together we will die
The ground will shake, beneath their feet
The banners rise, into the air
Victory tastes, so bittersweet
While the masses cheer, unaware
Draw your cup and strike
Hear the crowd ignite
Charge your voices across the field
Together we will fly
Charge your heart through destiny
Together we will die
Draw your cup and strike
Hear the crowd ignite
Burn your soul stay blind
The circus will never die!
Charge your voices across the field
Together we will fly
Charge your heart through destiny
Together we will die
Charge your voices across the field
Together we will fly
Blind your soul and destiny
The circus will never die!