Un Altar sin Dios

Night Rider

Standing high on a pillar of stone,

Persephone stands all alone.

A figure unravaged by time,

Waiting for midnight to chime.

Her Hair flows caressed by a gentle breeze,

A rustling like the wind in the trees.

Her arms slowly point to the sky,

It's time for Persephone to fly.

Night Rider, casting her mystical spell,

Night Rider delivering you into your Hell

Streaming miles of flowing shrouds,

Mingling in with the clouds.

Riding the moons silken beams,

Delivering out all your dreams.

Night Rider, casting her mystical spell,

Night Rider, delivering you into your hell.

Aquí una interesante entrevista que le hicieron a Terry Jones en 2013.

Hay gente que nunca debería irse, que debería existir eternamente, para mostrar al mundo, a todas las generaciones, una tras otra, la grandeza de su talento. 

Allá donde estés, Terry Jones, tu huella es imborrable