Go inform the prisoners this is their last day soon they will be rounded up tell them all to pray idle words of comfort will not profit them when their sandalled footsteps, to the sands ascend
Long have they awaited for their hour to call heaven's hosts to lend wings when their bodies fall see the chains they're dragging and their tattered rags the fools rejoice to wear them for the Son of Man
The convicts are paraded the audience can see that their foolish ideas, impossible beliefs are scoffed at by Nero and all of Rome indeed gods and men are laughing at these martyrs to be
They won't beg for mercy the emperor knows well they won't deny their God and King who's name they lastly yell two hundred men and women new converts to the way were executed just last week not one renounced their faith
Many more will go today down to the dust and grave in their pens the lions wait for blood they salivate set loose, the beasts lunge at their prey who fall praising His name "long live Jesus!", they cry out before they're mauled and maimed
Yes many more are going today to St.Peter they're drawn their spirits live in freedom now the light of heaven's dawn for as the screams all fade away while evil thinks it's won out of the ****** colliseum God's own rise up in song