Are you a christian? 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 dementéd, blindfoldéd by light Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths Might I too was blindfoldéd ere Tho' years have master'd me A masque of this to fashion Seer blest, thou best philosopher The quality of mercy and absolution Whence cometh such qualities? Build thyself a mirror in which Solely wanton images of thy desire appear Tis the divine comedy The fool and the mocking court Fool, kneel now and ring thy bells We hold the earth fro heaven away Tis the divine tragedy The fool and the mocking court Fool, kneel now and ring thy bells Make us guffaw at thy futile follies Yet for our blunders, oh, in shame Earth beareth no balm for mistakes 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 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 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 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 would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn With færytales 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