Be my kin free fro carnal sin

Bridle the thoughts of thy Master

There hath past away a glore fro the Earth

A glore that in the hearts and minds of men

Men dementéd, blindfoldéd by light

Flourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths

The quality of mercy and absolution (Might I too was blindfoldéd ere)

Whence cometh such qualities? (Tho' years have master'd me)

Build thyself a mirror in which (A masque...)

Solely wanton images of thy desire appear (...of this to fashion)

Seer blest, thou best philosopher (Appear, appear)

Seer blest, thou best philosopher

'Tis the Divine Tragedy ('Tis the Divine Comedy)

The fool and the mocking court

Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells (The fool and the mocking court)

Make us guffaw at thy futile follies (Fool...)

Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame (...kneel now and ring thy bells)

Earth beareth no balm for mistakes

We hold the Earth fro Hell away (We hold the Earth fro Heaven away)

That cross you wear around your neck

Is it only a decoration, or are you a true Christian believer?

Yes, I believe - truly

Then I want you to remove it at once

And never to wear it within this castle again!

Do you know how a falcon is trained my dear?

Her eyes are sewn shut

Blinded temporarily she suffers the whims of her God patiently

Until her will is submerged and she learns to serve

As your God taught and blinded you with crosses

You had me take off my cross because it offended...?

It offended no-one

No, it simply appears to me to be discourteous to...

To wear the symbol of a deity long dead

My ancestors tried to find it, and to open the door that seperates us from our Creator

But you need no doors to find God

If you believe

Believe?! If you believe you are gullible

Can you look around this world and believe

In the goodness of a god who rules it?

Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death

They rule this world

There is also love and life and hope

Very little hope I assure you. No

If a God of love and life ever did exist

He is long since dead

Someone, something rules in his place

Believe? In a deity long dead?

I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn

Whith faärytales fill'd up in head

Thoughts of the Book stillborn

Shadow of annoyance

Ne'er come hither

And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer

Ne'er to ascend again

Ne'er to ascend again