作词 : Bjastad, Raymond ...

L ：Be my kin free fro carnal and sin,

Bridle the thoughts of Master.

R ：There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;

A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,

Men demented blindfolded by light,

Hourisheth as **** in their well-groom'd garihs."

R ：Might I too was blindfolded ere,

L ：The quality of mercy and absolution,

R ：Tho'years have master'd me

L ：Whence cometh such qualities?

R ：A masque of this to fashion:

L ：Build thyself a mirror in which

R ：Seer blest,thou best philosopher!

L ：Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!

R ：Tis the Divine Comedy -

L ：Tis the Divine Tragedy -

L&R ：The fool and the mocking court;

Fool,kneel now,and ring thy bells!

R ：We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."

L ：Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,

Yet for our blunders -Oh,in shame;M ：That cross you wear around your neck;

is it only a decoration,or are you a true Christian believer?Earth beareth no balm for mistakes -

L&R ：We hold the Earth fro Hell away."

F ：Yes,I believe –truly

M ：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 sown 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.

F ：You had me take off my cross because it offended...

M ：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 separates us from our Creator.

F ：But you need no doors to find God.If you believe...

M ：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.

F ：There is also love and life and hope.

M ：Very little hope I assure

If a god of love and life ever did exist...

he is long since dead.

Someone...something rules in his place.

R ：Believe?In a deity long dead?–I would rather be a pagan suckled in creeds outworn;

With faartytales fill'd up in head:

Thoughts of the Book stillborn."

L ：Shadow of annoyance –

Ne'er come hither

...And then He falleth,……

He falleth like Lucifer

Ne'er to ascend again...