Roman Empire, Christian is here desire eradicate the new sectarians Hunting those who pray the new words their fall, the thumbs down for the end
The arena is prepared, the crowd the spectacle They think they're not alone is always with you'
Religious figment of your Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of brain As we start sadistic You are lost without your miracle, FAITH
Feeding the lions the meat of the christians Order of the emperor, of deluded minds and children, the young and the old All who are the new messiah
Bloodlust fills the minds, the massacre has begun There is no Saviour, alone 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 proud, he satisfies the crowd Playing games with the damned, die hand in hand
After it's over, the massacre "slaughter" is Clearing the arena, the next game will soon They sang of praise as they died No Pain on Faces, only a smile
Prepare the arena again! our work is not yet So many are free and the crowd is soon hungry again
Religious figment of your 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