The god is dead. His temple's ruined
His blood has splintered into night
And heavy wind is blowin' through you -
It has no mercy for your cry.
Thy god is dead. He turned to ashes,
On bonfire bright he burned alone
No matter now, how was he precious -
Thy god is dead, and now he's gone.
You would be wander like a straving
Poor little beast along the ra(o)d
You knew he would not last forever -
Because your god was not a God
Because your god was not a God...
Is there some reasons now to hate him?
Of course, there are - but not for you.
He would return - but how much later?
He'd be someone you never knew.
He would return in Beltain's bonfires
In sprinking stars among the sea
And maybe, one day, maybe, sometime
He would be possible to see
But now he's dead. He turned to yellow
Up to the sun his spirit flought
I hope, he would not fall to hell now -
Because he ended like a god
Oh yes, he ended like a god.