The loving god is master.
The loving god is master. Ay and you,
With love and pity shining from your eyes,
Can you not mind upon your fathers’ swords,
Anger and hate and pride and cruelty?
The loving god is master. Ay and you,
With love and pity shining from your eyes,
Can you not mind upon your fathers’ swords,
Anger and hate and pride and cruelty?
Ian. Blasphemer of the world, the Lord is King,
And has set all your gods below His feet.
And has set all your gods below His feet.
Calum. If Christ the loving God is naught to you,
Anger and hate more dear to you than love,
What god would you be praying to at all?
Anger and hate more dear to you than love,
What god would you be praying to at all?
Alastair. The bitter gods, the beautiful white gods,
That will be walking on the darkened cliffs,
Lior the haunter of the roaring tides,
Whose emerald eyes the drowning sailors see
For one sweet instant, and are swallowed up.
And Balor panoplied in shining rain,
And armoured with the lightnings of the hills
That fire our hearts to war. And chief of all,
Angus the white-foot conqueror of men,
The mist that would destroy the moon with love
If she could hold him, the eternal mist
That wanders still within our quiet hearts,
Stirring the bitter love we may not sate
That will be walking on the darkened cliffs,
Lior the haunter of the roaring tides,
Whose emerald eyes the drowning sailors see
For one sweet instant, and are swallowed up.
And Balor panoplied in shining rain,
And armoured with the lightnings of the hills
That fire our hearts to war. And chief of all,
Angus the white-foot conqueror of men,
The mist that would destroy the moon with love
If she could hold him, the eternal mist
That wanders still within our quiet hearts,
Stirring the bitter love we may not sate
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