The strongest of men put on pads and helms
Colored uniforms under the brightest of lights
Charge into each other in great collisions
The loudest cheers in a magnificent stadium
Shaped like arenas thousands of years old
Where the strongest of men donned armor
And bludgeoned each other to death
For the passing pleasure of lucky few
The richest of men who judged Fates
As nothing more than entertainment
We know what fortune the Weavers scry
Yet it is easier to kick back, enjoy the lie