[01:14.58]These are the bones of his disciples
[01:19.02]Oil from the blubber of Jonah's whale
[01:24.39]Two Samson's hairs eye of providence
[01:28.56]Very old tooth of someone almost saint
[02:01.53]Gott Mit Uns buckles flammable stakes
[02:06.57]Stylish white robes and peaked white hoods
[02:16.23]Laundries of Ireland and gold of Aztecs
[02:44.76]Finest collection of filthy keepsakes
[02:49.68]Nothing to lose
[02:52.56]I Iconoclast
[02:52.68]Nothing to fear
[02:53.82]I doubt therefor I am
[02:58.86]Nothing to lose
[03:00.60]I Iconoclast
[03:01.80]Nothing to fear
[03:06.45]I laugh therefor I am
[03:11.49]This is the dust from holy land
[04:10.98]Here comes the storm to wash it away
[04:19.95]This is the empire designed to fall
[04:23.85]But hey Rome wasn't burned in a day