Thou can not love them all, when the trumpet sound

The one whom I met, claimed to be god
He was no man, nor divine
Devour his blood, devour his soul
I honour myself, with pride of right
I am four, so complete
Who are thou, jester of blood?
Triumph is, surrounded by ruins
Lucent shine, of morning star

The one whom I met, claimed to be god
He was no man, nor extant
What is thy name, saviour of none?
-"I am a Harlequin, pallid and thorned" he said
I am four, so complete
Dance for us, atrocious nothing
Bread is thy flesh, wine is thy blood
Serpent of serpents, ceaseless through joy

The one whom I met, claimed to be god
He was no man, nor divine
A faith of weakness, mistaken for good
Love is pure, no craven right
Succumb to will, indulge in pride
I honour myself, and those whom I love
We stand not alone, hungry for life
Thou can not love, them all