Into The Arena - Running Wild

They imagine a heaven

Talk about hell

They can’t live without a remission

Plentiful punichment for

Numerous sins

Suffering their oun crurl invention

Their heaven is boring

Their hell’s a state joke

Faith is their one vindication

Doubt is forbidden

Joy is tabooed

For a folly there’s no hesitation

Sacrifice their life for a lie

A thousand sheep have come to die

Down the thumb there’s no remorse

It’s the time for martyres

Into the Arena — go down

Into the Arena — show-down now

Into the Arena — the beasts are prepared

Into the Arena

Hunting the witches

Considered to be

Riding on brooms in the dark night

No mercy for people

Who dare to oppose

Mediaevel church was a scourge in its pride

Millions of people

Killed for the cross

By relentless religion — disgusting

There is no excuse

For things they have done

In the name of their God — it’s a bad thing

Sacrifice their life for a lie

A thousand sheep have come to die

Down the thumb there’s no remorse

It’s the time for martyres

Into the Arena — go down

Into the Arena — show-down now

Into the Arena — the beasts are prepared

Into the Arena

Lock your door the Priest is Coming

Beware of All the Parsons

Today it’s all different

A daring contention

They talk about love and forgiving

But still they are hunting

Now we are the victims

Maybe they are evious for our living

Sacrifice their life for a lie

A thousand sheep have come to die

Down the thumb there’s no remorse

It’s the time for martyres

Into the Arena — go down

Into the Arena — show-down now

Into the Arena — the beasts are prepared

Into the Arena