Fallen idol keep me sane, bless me for my righteous ways Manacled by fates decree, salvation for the sane Many rise up in his name, strike the proper page Why do the heathen rage Trust a man of unknown origin, paraclete with shifty eyes When the Jews return to Zion and the comet rips the skies May rise up in his name, strike the proper page Why do the heathen rage But for the grace of God, there go you and I History will be repaid when judgment burns on every page Why do the heathen rage May rise up in his name strike the proper page Why do the heathen rage