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Crassus: At last I, Marcus Crassus, was in command. But while I was still in Rome, news came that the slaves had split. Crixus was leading his followers south to Apulia. We still had troops there and I ordered them to head off Crixus. Near Mount Carganus they caught him and twenty thousand slaves died in that battle. We had clipped the Hawks wings and to bring that home to Spartacus I sent him the blood-spattered head of Crixus on a spear. Ah yes, that hurt him. But the next day he found an answer. He held Games to honour his dead friend. A contest of three hundred Roman prisoners to the death. Then he sent me the survivors! Roman soldiers reduced to gladiators for the entertainment of gladiators - they wept and hung their heads as they told me. But secretly I smiled. This Spartacus was a savage, but by the Gods, he had imagination. He made a good enemy.

"WE CARRY ON"

Spartacus:
Moving on day by day,
We make our way,
The hours unravel,
We travel on,
The wind blows cold,
Through the soul of the lonely night,
We move again with morning light,

We carry on,
Carry on
We carry on,
Carry on.

Uma kunguwe owabulala,
Ubaba muuse khona,
Manje khona azobona.
(If you are the one who killed my father,
Wake him up now - l want him to see me!)

Spartacus:
Moving on as we must,
Through heat through dust,
It seems the journey,
Goes on and on,
The sun beats down,
As around us the road unfolds,
And who knows what tomorrow holds,

We carry on,
Carry on,
We carry on,
Carry on

Uma kunguwe owabulala,
Ubaba muuse khona,
Manje khona azobona.
(If you are the one who killed my father,
Wake him up now - l want him to see me!)

Crassus: Spartacus fought his way to the foothills of the Alps. But, incredibly, beyond the mountains lay another Roman army returning from the conquest of Spartacus' own land. There was nowhere for him to go: his way home blocked and l, hard on his heels. What would he do? With incredible swiftness he turned, raced passed my army and was heading south again, all Italy open to him.
At once l sent two legions to hang on his tail, ordering their commander Mummius on no account to engage. The fool disobeyed me, attacked and was utterly routed.
I paraded the five hundred survivors in front of my whole army. I spoke of the old Roman disciplines that had made us masters of the world. Decimation for example. "Every tenth man step forward," I shouted. And to the rest of my army. "Draw swords and with the flats beat them to death beginning with Mummius!"
There in that bloody shambles, my soldiers learnt that l meant to win.

Spartacus:
Moving on once again
Oh, but who knows when
We'll find the shelter
We're searching for
The dream we've known
May be battered and blown away
But free we are...and free we'll stay.

We carry on,
Carry on,
We carry on,
Carry on.

CHORUS
Uma kunguwe owabulala,
Ubaba muuse khona,
Manje khona azobona.
(If you are the one who killed my father,
Wake him up now - l want him to see me!)

Crassus: The effect was immediate. We brought Spartacus to battle near Picenum and drove his army from the field with fearful losses. Yes, he had met his match at last. But still he would not give in. His hold over his followers was extraordinary. Somehow he rallied them, evaded my pursuit and urged them southwards the length of Italy until, at the very tip, in the high rocky wastes of Scyllaeum, looking down on the sea they found temporary safety. l made camp on the lower ground and waited. Spartacus only chance now was to cross the straits to Sicily and how could he do that without ships?

We carry on,
Carry on,
We carry on,
Carry on.

Uma kunguwe owabulala,
Ubaba muuse khona,
Manje khona azobona.
(If you are the one who killed my father,
Wake him up now - l want him to see me!)