Thou can not Love them all, when the Trumpet sounds.
The one whom I met, claimed to be god He was no man, nor divine Devour his blood, devour his soul I honour myself, with pride of right I am four, so complete Who are thou, jester of blood? Triumph is, surrounded by ruins Lucent shine, of morning star
The one whom I met, claimed to be god He was no man, nor extant What is thy name, saviour of none? -"I am a Harlequin, pallid and thorned" he said I am four, so complete Dance for us, atrocious nothing Bread is thy flesh, wine is thy blood Serpent of serpents, ceaseless through joy
The one whom I met, claimed to be god He was no man, nor divine A faith of weakness, mistaken for good Love is pure, no craven right Succumb to will, indulge in pride I honour myself, and those whom I love We stand not alone, hungry for life Thou can not love, them all