Roman Empire, Christian persecution is Strongest eradicate the new sectarians down those who pray the new words Awaiting fall, the thumbs down for the end
The is prepared, the crowd awaiting the spectacle They think they're not alone 'God is always you'
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of brain As we sadistic games You are lost without miracle, BLIND FAITH
the lions with the meat of the christians Order of the emperor, of deluded 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?
Religious figment of your you are so blind Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of brain As we start sadistic You are lost without your miracle, FAITH
The Lions come storming in, the spectacle The crowd is as one on feet, see Christians bleed The emperor is standing proud, he the crowd Playing games with the damned, die hand in hand
After it's over, the "slaughter" is done Clearing the arena, the next game will soon sang songs of praise as they died No Pain on their Faces, only a
Prepare the arena again! our work is not yet So many are still and the crowd is soon hungry again
Religious figment of mind Pacifist you are so to God to send you a miracle Believe the visions of brain As we start games You are lost your miracle, BLIND FAITH