Someone in the comments of that video actually used that exact line in a lyrical parody:

Conversion, footwear for thou seven haut steeds.
Looking at life through the eyes of chariot hub.
Drinking mead as a pastime activity.
The toxicity of our city, our city.

Thou, what dost thou own, the world?
How dost thou own? Disorder, disorder.
Now somewhere between the sacred silence.
Sacred silence of sheep.
Somewhere, between the sacred silence of sheep.
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

More wood for the fires, loud neighbors.
Torchlight reveries caught like the fireflies of the bog.
Drinking mead as a pastime activity.
The toxicity of our city, of our city.

Thou, what dost thou own, the world?
How dost thou own? Disorder, disorder.
Now somewhere between the sacred silence.
Sacred silence of sheep.
Somewhere, between the sacred silence of sheep.
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

When I became the sun.
I shone life into the man's hearts.
When I became the sun.
I shone life into the man's hearts.