Hlose

Such a cold, unyielding fear

Why does the wind call out my name

Swirling storms that move in circles

Setting skies aflame



Choral

Fulbert, Fulbert

He's making a fool of you

A laughing stock of you

Fulbert, Fulbert



Abelard

Such a cold, unyielding fear

Why does the wind call out my name

Demon shadows of redeem

Saying I'm to blame



Fulbert

I must stop him

I must show him how I feel

I must stop him

I must teach him what is real

In this light, so dark and grim

And demons and shadows

Dancing like a veil



Abelard

Such a cold, unyielding fear

The wind is pleading that I go

On the morrow I'll reveal

Oh my love, I miss you so



Choral

Fulbert, Fulbert

He's making a fool of you

A laughing stock of you

Fulbert, Fulbert



Archbishop

If your eye is an occasion of sin to you

Pluck it out

If your tongue is an occasion of sin to you

Tear it out

If your hand is an occasion of sin to you

Cut it off



Fulbert

He must be stopped

He must be ...