And When He Falleth (remix) — текст песни (Theatre Of Tragedy)

LK: Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master.
R: 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,
Tho` years have master`d me
A masque of this lo fashion:
Ser blest, thou best philosopher!
LK: The quality of mercy and absolution,
Whence cometh such qualities?
Build thyself a mirror in which
Solely wanton images of thy desrie appear!
R: `Tis the Divine Comedy -
The fool and the mocking court:
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!:
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away.
LK: `Tis the Divine Tragedy -
The fool and the mocking court:
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!:
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.
R: 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.
LK: Shadow of annoyance -
Ne`er come hither!
..And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
Ne`er to ascend again...