Now, who will be another saint To inhabit the d**h row Axiomatic equilibrium Stained by the venom of the flow The surest poison You are the one to blame The surest poison For idols with the feet of clay Now, who will be another sinner To incur the blessings Of the invisible sentencer To wear one of his faces The cruel savior You are the one to blame The cruel savior I dare to take thy name in vain Paths of the centuries Are made by neither demons nor angels They're but a threads in the fabric of chronology A part of its silent grandeur