Roman Empire, Christian is here Strongest desire the new sectarians down those who pray the new words Awaiting fall, the thumbs down for the end
The arena is prepared, the awaiting the spectacle They think they're not alone 'God is always with
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so to God to send you a miracle Believe the visions of brain As we start sadistic You are lost your miracle, BLIND FAITH
Feeding the lions with the meat of the Order of the emperor, circus of minds Women and children, the and the old All who are awaiting the new
Bloodlust fills the minds, the massacre has begun There is no Saviour, you're Why doesn't God you now?
Religious figment of your 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, BLIND
The Lions come storming in, the spectacle 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 the arena, the next game will soon come They sang songs of as they died No on their Faces, only a smile
Prepare the arena again! our is not yet done So many are free and the crowd is soon hungry again
Religious figment of your Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of your As we start games You are lost your miracle, BLIND FAITH