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Running Wild - Into the Fire lyrics
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 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 martyrs 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 Mediaeval 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 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 martyrs 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 Parson [Solo] 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 envious 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 martyrs Into the arena - go down Into the arena - show-down now Into the arena - the beasts are prepared Into the arena |
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