Roman Empire, Christian persecution is desire eradicate the new sectarians Hunting down those who the new words Awaiting fall, the thumbs 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 lost without miracle, BLIND FAITH
Feeding the lions the meat of the christians of the emperor, circus of deluded minds Women and children, the and the old All who are awaiting the new
Bloodlust fills the crowds minds, the massacre has is no Saviour, you're alone Why doesn't God you now?
Religious figment of mind Pacifist you are so 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 come in, the spectacle begins The crowd is as one on their feet, see bleed The emperor is standing proud, he satisfies the Playing with the damned, they die hand in hand
After it's over, the massacre "slaughter" is Clearing the arena, the next will soon come They sang songs of as they died No on their Faces, only a smile
Prepare the again! our work is not yet done So many are still free and the crowd is soon again
Religious figment of your Pacifist you are so Pray to God to you a miracle Believe the of your brain As we start games You are without your miracle, BLIND FAITH