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