Roman Empire, Christian persecution is desire eradicate the new sectarians Hunting 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 with
Religious of your mind Pacifist you are so to God to send you a miracle Believe the of your brain As we start sadistic You are without your miracle, BLIND FAITH
Feeding the lions with the of the christians of the emperor, circus of deluded minds 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 doesn't God you now?
Religious figment of your you are so blind Pray to God to send you a the visions of your brain As we start sadistic You are without your miracle, BLIND FAITH
The Lions come storming in, the begins The crowd is as one on their feet, see Christians The emperor is proud, he satisfies the crowd Playing games the damned, they die hand in hand
it's over, the massacre "slaughter" is done Clearing the arena, the next game soon come They sang songs of as they died No Pain on their Faces, only a
Prepare the arena again! our is not yet done So many are still and the crowd is soon hungry again
Religious 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 your miracle, BLIND FAITH