"Who is God? What is God?"
"That's a difficult question!"
"I don't believe in God"
"You don't believe in God?"
"No!"
"Why should I?"
Three thousand dreams in pale moonlight
Counting
Three thousand years of Winter's blight
Ticking off against my heart
Here come the months of squalor
Clasp death in his parlour
A sorrow celebration
She canes a thousand creations
Three hundred days in an endless night
Frost smiles
Three hundred weapons on manhunt
Craving more blood to its name
Here come the months of squalor
Clasp death in his parlour
A sorrow celebration
She canes a thousand creations
Cities, violated graves
Yonder distance, perfect slave
You
"God, God, God... is God his name?"
"No, Jesus!"
"Is there only one God?"
"No"
"How many are there?"
"30 million hundreds of thousands"
"Wow!"
"There is one in every country"
"Ok. Can they talk to each other?"
"No"
"He can fly only got one head, on the picture of a moon!"
"People say he's watching over us from up there"
"One dies"
"There is no right or wrong"
"There is no right or wrong"
"There is no right or wrong"
"What do you think happens when you die?"
"I mostly think that you like... remain in your grave, kinda. "