Prelude: Martyr

[Verse 1: Marcus Orelias]

Street corners become grave sights
Another vigil by candle light
Engraved names of soldiers slain
Weapons break bones making blood stains
My backs against the rope, my backs against the (fighting sfx)
Hear the crowd screams, the crowd echoes
Living corpses become people I used to know
Rome's burning, the water is to let us own
No crowd control, the crowds out of control
If he don't suffer there'll be riots in the streets

(Scene)
Marcus: Look! I don’t think you understand how difficult it is for someone like me to date