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