Dead silence so thick that 
Every word makes enormous noise 
Immaculate able to penetrate 
My thoughts the stream of consciousness 

Their mystery 
Obscure as much as their sins 
I'm here to know the truth 
So let the trip begin 

My power is the result of common people's ignorance 
Hidden behind the ancient rules 
My old twisted body expresses perseverance 
Great knowledge heightens courage 
But I can't escape from my hermitage 
I'm just a tool in the hands of god 
His will but my tears sweat and blood 

Free of supremacy plunged into secret codes and formulas 
With geometrical harmony 
I sketch thin line between my faith and your trust 

I'm cursed for all I see 
My dignity 
Raised monuments that will last for centuries 

No more humility 
Replace me if you think you could understand my visions 
Stay away I create chaos with a surgical precision 

My mystery 
Obscure as much as my sins 
I made the most of the chance 
So I leave you my inheritance