Into the Arena
Running Wild"Into the Arena" es una canción de Running Wild, 1988, Pop. La canción dura 3:46, 56 lines / 286 words.
Letra
0:16They imagine a heaven
0:17Talk about hell
0:19They can't live without a remission
0:22Plentiful punishment for
0:23Numerous sins
0:25Suffering their own cruel invention
0:28Their heaven is boring
0:29Their hell's a stale joke
0:31Faith is their one vindication
0:34Doubt is forbidden
0:35Joy is tabooed
0:37For a folly there's no hesitation
0:40Sacrifice their life for a lie
0:43A thousand sheep have come to die
0:46Down the thumb there's no remorse
0:49It's time for the martyrs
0:51Into the arena go down
0:54Into the arena show down now
0:57Into the arena the beasts are prepared
1:00Into the arena
1:19Hunting the witches
1:20Considered to be
1:21Riding on brooms in the dark night
1:25No mercy for people
1:26Who dare to oppose
1:27Medieval church was a scourge in it's pride
1:31Millions of people
1:32Killed for the 'cross
1:34By relentless religion disgusting
1:37There is no excuse
1:38For the things they have done
1:40In the name of their god it's a bad thing
1:43Sacrifice their life for a lie
1:46A thousand sheep have come to die
1:49Down the thumb there's no remorse
1:52It's time for the martyrs
1:54Into the arena go down
1:57Into the arena show down now
2:00Into the arena the beasts are prepared
2:03Into the arena
2:25Lock your door the priest is coming
2:30Beware of all the parsons
3:14Today it's all different
3:15A daring contention
3:17They talk about love and forgiving
3:20But still they are hunting
3:21Now we are all victims
3:23Maybe they are envious for our living
3:26Sacrifice their life for a lie
3:29A thousand sheep have come to die
3:32Down the thumb there's no remorse
3:35It's time for the martyrs
3:36Into the arena go down
3:40Into the arena show down now
3:43Into the arena the beasts are prepared
3:46Into the arena
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 time for the 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 Medieval church was a scourge in it's pride Millions of people Killed for the 'cross By relentless religion disgusting There is no excuse For the 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 time for the 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 parsons Today it's all different A daring contention They talk about love and forgiving But still they are hunting Now we are all 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 time for the 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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