-- "Be my kin free fro varnal 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 -- "The quality of mercy and absolution,
Tho' years have master'd me -- Whence cometh such qualities?
A masque of this to fashion: -- Build thyself a mirror in which
Seer blest, thou best philosopher!" -- Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!"

"'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! -- Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away." -- 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."

[Male Voice]
That cross you wear around your neck;
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

[Female Voice]
Yes, I believe - truly

[Male Voice]
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.

[Female Voice]
You had me take off my cross because it
offended....

[Male Voice]
It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.

[Male Voice]
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

[Female Voice]
But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....

[Male Voice]
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.

[Female Voice]
There is also love and life and hope.

[Male Voice]
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 deily long dead? -
I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn;
Whith faärtytales 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..."