Roman Empire, persecution is here Strongest desire the new sectarians Hunting down those who the new words Awaiting their fall, the thumbs for the end
The is prepared, the crowd awaiting the spectacle They think they're not 'God is always with you'
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to you a miracle Believe the visions of brain As we sadistic games You are without your miracle, BLIND FAITH
Feeding the with the meat of the christians Order of the emperor, circus of deluded Women and children, the and the old All who are awaiting the new
Bloodlust fills the minds, the massacre has begun is no Saviour, you're alone Why doesn't God help you
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of your As we start games You are without your miracle, BLIND FAITH
The Lions come in, the spectacle begins The crowd is as one on their feet, see Christians The emperor is standing proud, he the crowd Playing games with the damned, die hand in hand
After it's over, the "slaughter" is done Clearing the arena, the game will soon come sang songs of praise as they died No Pain on their Faces, only a
the arena 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 the visions of your brain As we start games You are lost without your miracle, FAITH