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