Fed to the lions

Centurions took you away at dawn
Seven days ago
From the dark cell where you're held captive
You can hear the lions roar
The men are trying to be brave
Vainly praying to a god above
Women and children cry in despair
Putrid smell of flesh in the air

Crying in despair
Death is in the air
You're about to be fed to the lions

Now the iron gate is opening
Your eyes squint to the light
The crowd is all applauding
The gladiator fight
Then silent anticipation
'cause the best is yet to come
Slaughtering of the lambs
You're pushed into the center of the arena

Opening the gate
Painful death await
You're about to be fed to the lions

The crowd is all ecstatic
Rapturous bloodthirst
Cheering and laughing as you're ripped to shreds
The young gets eaten first
Claws and fangs all over
Your lives end today
While praying at the arena of death
To a god that keeps looking away

Arena of death
Take your final breath
Ripped to shreds
Fed to the lions
Vainly you pray
To a god that looks away
As you're being fed to the lions