Roman Empire, Christian persecution is Strongest desire eradicate the new Hunting down who pray the new words Awaiting their fall, the down for the end
The arena is prepared, the awaiting the spectacle They think they're not alone 'God is always you'
Religious figment of mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a Believe the of your brain As we start sadistic You are without your miracle, BLIND FAITH
Feeding the lions the meat of the christians Order of the emperor, circus of deluded and children, the young and the old All who are the new messiah
fills the crowds minds, the massacre has begun There is no Saviour, alone Why doesn't God you now?
Religious figment of mind Pacifist you are so to God to send you a miracle Believe the of your brain As we sadistic games You are lost without your miracle, BLIND
The Lions come storming in, the begins The crowd is as one on their feet, see bleed The emperor is standing proud, he the crowd Playing with the damned, they die hand in hand
it's over, the massacre "slaughter" is done Clearing the arena, the game will soon come sang songs of praise as they died No Pain on their Faces, a smile
the arena again! our work is not yet done So are still free and the crowd is soon hungry again
Religious figment of your you are so blind Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of your As we start sadistic You are lost without miracle, BLIND FAITH