Who are you paragon? How can I trust those ribbons Then how can I trust a carpenter's hands? Who are you paragon? How can I trust those ribbons Then how can I trust a carpenter's hands? Those aged hands Those calloused hands Those hands that I punctured If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war The war... Now we walk and march, on and on We walk and march, on and on I never thought that this journey would take me so long Would take me so long I thought that I should have been home by now The reigning of the wicked: back down! The reigning of the wicked... The reigning of the wicked: back down! The reigning of the wicked... The reigning of the...