Theatre of tragedy 05 And when he falleth Lyrics

Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
-- Bridle the thoughts of thy Master
There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dementd - blindfoldd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths.
Might I too was blindfoldd ere -- The quality of mercy and absolution,
Tho' years have master'd me -- Whence cometh such qualities?
A masque of this to fashion: -- Build thyself a mirror in which
Seer blest, thou best philosopher! -- Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!
'Tis the Divine Comedy - -- 'Tis the Divine Tragedy -
The fool and the mocking court -- The fool and the mocking court
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! -- Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away.&quot -- Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,
-- Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame
-- Earth beareth no balm for mistakes -
-- We hold the Earth fro Hell away.
Believe? In a deily long dead? -
I would rather be a pagan suckld in creeds outworn;
Whith fartytales fill'd up in head
Thoughts of the Book stillborn.
-- Shadow of annoyance -
-- Ne'er come hither!
-- ...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
-- Ne'er to ascend again...