Hail! Mister Fantismo, our loyal protector
He just won victory in a furious battle
Requesting for silence above all of prattle
To make a winning speech aimed to the large spectre

"Legends are born in Rome, but Saints are immortal"
Having said the saying, the elites start talking
Scratching their heads to think, how to punish balking
To aim at the revolt against Caesar's portal.

Off to Coliseum to combat the tigers
With a sword in one hand and a net to tangle
Moving cautiously close to the claws that mangle

The hero wins his battle to the crowd's nail biters
Returning the glory as fierce gladiator
But the Boss still sees him as defiant traitor.