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