KNIGHT Love must wax cold.

 

SQUIRE Now, Jesus that weareth the crown of thorns—bring us all to heaven’s bliss. [spoken]

 

KNIGHT The rain falls from heaven’s face.

 

KNIGHT & SQUIRE Dight for the night.

 

SQUIRE Across the fields, the unlit church.

 

KNIGHT & SQUIRE Love must wax cold.

 

KNIGHT On distant hills their torchlines gleed.

 

SQUIRE What rough beast of Bethlehem spurned?

 

KNIGHT thousand years since last I died.

 

KNIGHT & SQUIRE Love must wax cold.

 

KNIGHT Then the Order’s even tenor rent

 

KNIGHT & SQUIRE by their transgressions. Millennial flames belched from heaven’s face; To cast off an old age.

 

KNIGHT Their flocks from Salvation lost;

 

KNIGHT & SQUIRE Man, root and branch did fall [bad word]  The very world had shaken herself to cast off an old age.

 

KNIGHT And a thousand more since His crown of thorns

 

KNIGHT & SQUIRE joined the affray. His end, nailed on a high broad field—Prepare for the night. Lucifer fell to earth on a wave of fire; love must wax cold. Iwis spewed from God’s earth was I. Prepare for the night.