Roman Empire, Christian is here Strongest desire the new sectarians Hunting down those who pray the new their fall, the thumbs down for the end
The arena is prepared, the crowd awaiting the think they're not alone 'God is always with you'
Religious figment of your Pacifist you are so Pray to God to you a miracle Believe the visions of your As we start sadistic You are lost without miracle, BLIND FAITH
the lions with the meat of the christians Order of the emperor, circus of deluded Women and children, the and the old All who are the new messiah
Bloodlust fills the crowds minds, the massacre has There is no Saviour, you're Why doesn't God you now?
Religious figment of mind you are so blind Pray to God to you a miracle Believe the visions of your As we start sadistic You are lost without your miracle, FAITH
The Lions come storming in, the spectacle The crowd is as one on their feet, see Christians The emperor is standing proud, he the crowd Playing games the damned, they die hand in hand
After over, the massacre "slaughter" is done Clearing the arena, the next game will soon They sang songs of as they died No Pain on their Faces, only a
the arena again! our work is not yet done So many are still free and the 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 your miracle, BLIND FAITH