[Peter:]

In weary lust they have been sate o'er aisle

Seem to be screaming:



[Demons:]

Come we will 

Stranger! 

Stay for a while...

You will be our capture 

why won't you be...



[Peter:]

So the dome is assailed by deviltry



[Demons:]

Virulence 'thro abominable sight

Come we will

Ye wait!

Tremendous ae!



[Peter:]

They frown upon earth and earth's centuries

Here the gargoyle's high above mighty kings

The beast has outdone 'em so she's got to wheeze

Lay wallow in cloudy skies 

watch 'em if you please



I was sick and tired of blear and rainy day

so I did decide to have my rest that way

In spite of ostensible spat in my heart

I sat at the pulpit in hall breathing hard



[Demons as gargoyles:]

What would you say if we asked 

you to remain here

until the time when days and nights are over 

and then... come we will!

Did you not e'er happen to feel

as if you had lived somewhere formerly

and long ago?

And now you do discover

you're looking at something

you had seen long

long ago



[Peter:]

I've lost the track of time

Wild slumber swept away 'em all

Foamy fog is upon the woe-stained floor

pale gleam of silver chandeliers

obscure and delusive chants 

have run over the choirs

so slow...



[Arthur:]

...Hence your virtuous mass

shall be almost like the sacred grove

where GOD himself does dwell and reign

among such saints which all you have become!



[Peter:]

The last one I heard



[Arthur:]

Sow the seed of the faith

deep into your hearts and lay open the gates

do lead towards the skies 

there's the only device

that does promise place for you in paradise!



[Peter:]

I was falling asleep so I did close my eyes...



I was assailed by the spectre of beast

Lay waste all those charges 'cause I can't resist

I was obsessed by the shadow of noose

Take away your husk 

I cannot refuse...



[Oze:]

Insidious grove! 

And you shall have

your wooden scales for your very own!



[Peter:]

It seems to me I won't suffer this a-waiting for...



[Demons as gargoyles:]

As the darkness doth ravish the light wi' delight

sae deceit decimateth all the devoted minds

Chase the moribund rays of that desperate dawn 

blood-red hues

that ye're hunting among for the crown

ye had ne'er had 

and probably never ye will...

Ae hath ne'er been belonging to yer majesty!



But... ye believe that they will

reveal the unreal

the forces they hold

and the power they steal!



[Peter:]

Bemoan the lust of life with me!

Bewail their gloomy destiny!



[Oze:]

Just beware their bicker!

Of this ae... 

I don't care!



[Caacrinolaas:]

Well

ye lay bar those wooden gates!



[Oze:]

Run outwards the reality!

Over the yawning deep...



[Both in chorus:]

Where as ye sow so shall ye reap!



[Peter:]

Each one received

swallowed and sipped

of that holy host'

"body" and "blood" 

wafer and vine...

You'll do as divine

when yield shall arise

when you get Eucharist!



It seemed to me then...

They swallowed and sipped

instead of that holy host'

wafer and vine

only acorns and water...

like in sleepy nightmare!

All seemed to me then

"He seems to be dead!"



Lo! Whole vortex appears

drawing all wicked things

whining demons and imps

there is nothing to seize!

They reflowed forth again

beating their wings in vain snarling

no one is to blame

but it's true all the same!



This bout mire before me spread forth the abyss

so the heaven e'en seemed to be

on the verge of tears

Were I asked what I'd seen

through the veil of that mist

thick and grey one had covered swamps with its quilt

and the silence 

dead one did howl so through my ears

that I hardly could hear 

I should probably say

Almost nothing I felt through that torture but pain

but that ominous emptiness did whirl me away...

As it seemed to me then 

far away from my corpse!

So that night swam before me 

it turned out to be

one in which the moon barely shone over the sea

of that desolate gloom 'n hardly anything was

seen but blue marsh lights were skipping about in the swamps

And quagmire before me spread forth the abyss...

O'er that dark one a rather small stump

met my sight

sticking out from the earth

remnant of rotten trunk

of a tree that had grown o'er that deep long ago

and roots spreading throughout this one

like mighty snakes

twisted roots reaching downwards into that bog

as if there to quench

their blind and desperate thirst...

Met my sight deep

and roots simply hanging in the air



[Arthur:]

Behold his holy holt anon...



[Peter:]

But I shall be dead long before

everything will have become clear to me...

I have never heard such improper song

e'en though incredible call it ye will!



[Demons as gargoyles:]

Call us inscrutable!

Then all the things of that sort shall cease!

Call 'em incredible wood or stone... 

and bog if you please!

Which guise do you prefer?

Whose scales do you mean to be the chosen one?



[Caacrinolaas:]

You had better petrify!

Why won't you try to deify your way?