Iconoclast

Let's go!

These are the bones of his disciples

Oil from the blubber of Jonah's whale

Two Samson's hairs

Eye of providence

Very old tooth of someone almost saint

Gott Mit Uns buckles, flammable stakes

Stylish white robes and peaked white hoods

Laundries of Ireland and gold of Aztecs

Finest collection of filthy keepsakes

Nothing to lose

I, Iconoclast

Nothing to fear

I doubt therefore I am

Hated traitor, take your fall

Fading evangelical

Spit your poison in our brains

Twisting voices, mind insane

Hated traitor, take your fall

Fading evangelical

Septic poison in our brains

Twisting voices, mind insane

Nothing to lose

I, Iconoclast

Nothing to fear

I doubt therefore I am

This is the dust from holy land

Here comes the storm to wash it away

This is the empire designed to fall

But hey, Rome wasn't burned in a day

Nothing to lose

I, Iconoclast

Nothing to fear

I laugh therefore I am