He made the sinners cry He opened up the sky The rivers ran with blood The jester's name was love Who cannot be saved? The soul of the man is much depraved Don't act as of you are his clone Made of iron and stone The jester swept the land To raise the mortal man And when he had overcome The war had just begun As the darkness spread across the land The soul of the man who stays his hand Forms the basis of his home Made of iron and stone And when it came the time To confess his crime The people stood and stared They didn't even care And when the mourning had died The minions knew that there was no lie The temple was built and the worshippers shown Made of iron and stone