(Are you a Christian believer?)
(Yes, I believe)
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 demented, blindfolded by light
Flourisheth as weed in their well-groomed garths
(Might I too was blindfolded ere) the quality of mercy and absolution
(Tho' years have mastered me) whence cometh such qualities?
Build thyself a mirror in which solely wanton images (a masque of this to fashion)
Of thy desire appear, apear, apear (seer blest, thou best philosopher)
Seer blest, thou best philosopher
('Tis the divine comedy) 'tis the divine tragedy
The fool and the mocking court
(The fool and the mocking court) fool, kneel now and ring thy bells
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 heaven away) we hold the earth fro hell 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, uh
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
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'd rather be a pagan suckled in creeds outworn
With fairytales filled 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