And When He Falleth - Theatre Of Tragedy

Theatre Of Tragedy

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And When He Falleth - Theatre Of Tragedy 歌词

And When He Falleth - Theatre Of Tragedy

Be my kin free from carnal sin

Bridle the thoughts of thy master

There hath past away a glore from the earth

A glore that in the hearts and minds of men

Men dementéd blindfoldéd by light

Flourisheth as w**d in their well groom'd garths

Quality of mercy and absolution

Whence cometh such qualities

Build thyself a mirror in which

Solely wanton images of a desire appear

Appear appear

'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

That cross you wear around your neck

Is it only a decoration or

Are you a true Christian believer

Yes I believe truly

Then I want you to remove it at once

And never to wear it within this castle again

Do you know how a falcon is trained my dear

Her eyes are sewn shut

Blinded temporarily she suffers

The whims of her God patiently

Until her will is submerged and she learns to serve

As your God taught and blinded you

With crosses

You had me take off my cross because it offended

It offended no one

No it simply appears to me to be discourteous to

To wear the symbol of a deity long dead

My ancestors tried to find it

And to open the door that seperates us from our Creator

But you need no doors to find God

If you believe

Believe If you believe you are gullible

Can you look around this world and believe

In the goodness of a god who rules it

Famine pestilence war disease and death

They rule this world

There is also love and life and hope

Very little hope I assure you No

If a God of love and life ever did exist

He is long since dead

Someone something rules in his place

Believe In a deity long dead

I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn

Whith faärytales fill'd up in head

Thoughts of the book still born

Shadow of annoyance

Ne'er come hither

And when he falleth he falleth like Lucifer

Ne'er to ascend again

Ne'er to ascend again