Roman Empire, Christian is here desire eradicate the new sectarians Hunting down those who the new words their fall, the thumbs down for the end
The arena is prepared, the crowd the spectacle They they're not alone 'God is always with you'
Religious figment of your Pacifist you are so to God to send you a miracle Believe the visions of brain As we start sadistic You are lost without miracle, BLIND FAITH
Feeding the 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
Bloodlust fills the crowds minds, the has begun There is no Saviour, alone Why doesn't God help you
Religious figment of mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a Believe the of your brain As we start games You are lost without your miracle, FAITH
The Lions come in, the spectacle begins The crowd is as one on feet, see Christians bleed The emperor is standing proud, he satisfies the games with the damned, they die hand in hand
After over, the massacre "slaughter" is done Clearing the arena, the game will soon come They songs of praise as they died No Pain on their Faces, only a
the arena again! our work is not yet done So many are still free and the crowd is hungry again
Religious figment of your Pacifist you are so to God to send you a miracle Believe the of your brain As we start games You are lost without miracle, BLIND FAITH