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 weed 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 you.No.
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..."