As the sun rises on the third day, a lamb walks up to Bodhi sleeping under the Weeping Willow within the Hills of Hope, and gently nudges him awake. Bodhi opens his eyes, and the lamb says apologetically: 

your words last night

i cannot flee

they twist the voice within me

beneath this grieving tree

Thou Shalt suddenly stands from where he was hiding in the tall grass near the tree. He confronts the lamb: 

you lamb of god

tied to my stone

you are a threat

to what i claim by throne

after the cross you vanished

we searched dust and air

why hide among these hills

when my crown you can share

Thou Shalt draws his sword and continues:

but you had your chance

your time has come and gone

your teachings run counter

to the church’s new dawn

As Thou Shalt readies his sword to strike Lamb of God, Zarathustra arrives and roars:

leave him alone

the only christian true

you are the traitor 

to what he came to do

Zarathustra launches himself, claws out and Thou Shalt flies away. Zarathustra lands and runs down the path after him, howling.