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The arena is prepared, the awaiting the spectacle They think they're not alone is always with you'
Religious of your mind you are so blind Pray to God to send you a the visions of your brain As we start games You are lost without your miracle, FAITH
Feeding the lions with the meat of the Order of the emperor, of deluded minds and children, the young and the old All who are awaiting the new
fills the crowds minds, the massacre has begun There is no Saviour, alone Why God help you now?
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, FAITH
The Lions storming in, the spectacle begins The crowd is as one on their feet, see Christians The is standing proud, he satisfies the crowd Playing with the damned, they die hand in hand
it's over, the massacre "slaughter" is done Clearing the arena, the next game will come sang songs of praise as they died No on their Faces, only a smile
the arena again! our work is not yet done So are still free and the crowd is soon hungry again
Religious of your mind you are so blind Pray to God to you a miracle Believe the visions of brain As we start games You are without your miracle, BLIND FAITH