Lyrics:

below the skin of history are london's veins
these symbols, the mitre, the pentacle star...
no man amongst you is fit to judge
the mighty art that i've wrought
your rituals are empty oaths

can't you sense that they course
with energy and meaning
i am that meaning
i am that energy

the great architect speaks to me
he is the balance where my deeds are weighed
and judged. history is written, carved in stone,
dried in blood i am the stitch in your heart

i shall tell you where we are

we're in the most extreme and utter region
of the human mind
a radiant abyss where we meet

can't you sense that they course
with energy and meaning
i am that meaning
i am that energy

the great architect speaks to me
he is the balance where my deeds are weighed
and judged. history is written, carved in stone,
dried in blood, i am the stitch in your heart

one day, men will look back and say
i gave birth to the 20th century