Roman Empire, persecution is here Strongest eradicate the new sectarians Hunting down who pray the new words Awaiting fall, the thumbs down for the end
The is prepared, the crowd awaiting the spectacle think they're not alone 'God is always with you'
Religious of your mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to you a miracle Believe the visions of your As we start games You are without your miracle, BLIND FAITH
Feeding the lions the meat of the christians Order of the emperor, circus of minds 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, you're Why God help you now?
Religious figment of your you are so blind Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of your As we sadistic games You are lost without your miracle, FAITH
The Lions storming in, the spectacle begins The crowd is as one on their feet, see Christians The emperor is standing proud, he the crowd Playing games the damned, they die hand in hand
After it's over, the massacre "slaughter" is Clearing the arena, the next game will come They songs of praise as they died No on their Faces, only a smile
Prepare the arena again! our work is not yet So many are still free and the crowd is hungry again
Religious figment of mind you are so blind Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of your As we start games You are lost without your miracle, FAITH