Lions, Christians

Shaking hiding from there sight

We dread to feel their angered might

We cannot run from this fate

Unjust rewards, they make us wait

We all denied their pagan ways

We must suffer their deadly sport

It might take hours and it might take days

Our time on earth is growing short

No more pain and wondering why

We're with our God he heard our cry

We had the vision and now we are free

Our screams will live in history

We're herded to the bloodstained ground

They tell us death by starving hounds

Our skin our bones they'll desecrate

Our souls our faith they'll never take

Our lot was drawn, we choose Our Lord

We knew we'd die by beast or sword

Our fear of God was strong, stronger than

Our fear of death our fear of man