Roman Empire, Christian is here Strongest eradicate the new sectarians down those who pray the new words Awaiting their fall, the down for the end
The is prepared, the crowd awaiting the spectacle They think they're not alone is always with you'
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a the visions of your brain As we sadistic games You are lost without miracle, BLIND FAITH
the lions with 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 crowds minds, the massacre has is no Saviour, you're alone Why doesn't God you now?
figment of your mind Pacifist you are so Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of your 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 proud, he satisfies the crowd games with the damned, they die hand in hand
After it's over, the massacre "slaughter" is Clearing the arena, the next game will soon They sang songs of praise as they No Pain on Faces, only a smile
Prepare the arena again! our work is not yet So many are still free and the crowd is soon hungry
Religious figment of mind you are so blind Pray to God to send you a Believe the visions of brain As we sadistic games You are without your miracle, BLIND FAITH