Mercy To a woe-begotten land Upon those who live in the shadow of madness Brought on by their own hand Once a land Blessed with the dawn of an age It's path placed in the hands of A creature insane The birth of belief And of opposition A time of kings and queens And cosmic missions One may tell Of domination And suppression of masses Throughout a nation The merciless sound Of an iron gate And there was one of many who would step Into the arena that sealed his fate Well amidst the jeering crowd Would he stand fast and proud, yeah To be consumed by half-starved, maddened beasts of prey And onlookers would revel in his fate this day A hero though he was A fool was he too From then was the madness upon us And worse from then it grew Well mercy on man's fate, cursed to live his existence As the object of his own chosen rampage Oh, I feel he’s gone mad, yeah