Interpret:

Running Wild

Album:

Port Royal

They imagine a heaven 
Talk about hell 
They can't live without a remission 


Plentiful punishment 
For numerous sins 
Suffering their own cruel invention 


Their heaven is boring 
Their hell's a stale 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 
Medieval 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