What shambling vagabond dissenter,
Crying out. All hear this sad lamenter.
Fearful purpose, Maddened eyes.
Shouts aloud 'god has met his demise!'
'For Deus est mortus,
And we have killed him all of us'.

'We black carrion foul.
Knife men. killers benieth hooded cowl'
Where with all can we ever be redeemed?
What rites, what grand ceremony can be conceived?
'For Deus est mortus
'And we have killed him every one of us'

What games shall we now invent?
To shade from this dreadful...