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