In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker

Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water

To the next life from the fortress

Away from the knives and slaughter

To their wives and daughters

Once more before the Lord judges over all of us

Cos in this place you'll see me

Brace yourself, cos this goes deep

I'll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds

Actions speak louder than words

Stand by me my apprentice

Be brave, clench fists.

A bloke called Mike Skinner wrote this.