[Lord Summerisle:]
And the ministers fled the island never to return. What my grandfather
started out of expediency, my father continued out of love. He brought me
up the same way: to reverence the music, and the drama, and the rituals of
the old gods; to love nature and to fear it, and to rely on it and to
appease it when necessary. He brought me up
[Sergeant Howie:]
He brought you up to be a pagan!
[Lord Summerisle:]
A heathen, conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
