Roman Empire, persecution 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 crowd the spectacle They think they're not alone 'God is with you'
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to you a miracle Believe the visions of your As we sadistic games You are lost without your miracle, BLIND
Feeding the lions with the of the christians Order of the emperor, circus of minds Women and children, the and the old All who are the new messiah
fills the crowds minds, the massacre has begun There is no Saviour, you're Why God help you now?
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a the visions of your brain As we start sadistic You are lost without your miracle, BLIND
The come storming in, the spectacle begins The is as one on their feet, see Christians bleed The emperor is standing proud, he satisfies the Playing games with the damned, they die in hand
After it's over, the massacre "slaughter" is Clearing the arena, the next game will come They songs of praise as they died No Pain on their Faces, only a
Prepare the arena again! our is not yet done So many are free and the crowd is soon hungry again
Religious of your mind you are so blind Pray to God to send you a Believe the of your brain As we start sadistic You are lost without your miracle, BLIND