Roman Empire, Christian persecution is desire eradicate the new sectarians Hunting down those who pray the new their fall, the thumbs down for the end
The arena is prepared, the awaiting the spectacle They they're not alone 'God is always with you'
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so to God to send you a miracle Believe the visions of brain As we start games You are lost without your miracle, BLIND
Feeding the with 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 has begun is no Saviour, you're alone Why God help you now?
Religious of your mind 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
The come storming in, the spectacle begins The crowd is as one on their feet, see bleed The emperor is standing proud, he satisfies the Playing games with the damned, they die hand in
After over, the massacre "slaughter" is done Clearing the arena, the next game soon come They songs of praise as they died No Pain on Faces, only a smile
Prepare the again! our work is not yet done So many are free and the crowd is soon hungry again
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of your As we start sadistic You are lost without your miracle, BLIND