Текст песни And When He Falleth - Theatre of Tragedy

Be my kin free fro carnal 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 dementéd, blindfoldéd by light
Flourisheth as weed in their well-groom′d garths
The quality of mercy and absolution (Might I too was blindfoldéd ere)
Whence cometh such qualities? (Tho' years have master′d me)
Build thyself a mirror in which (A masque...)
Solely wanton images of thy desire appear (...of this to fashion)
Seer blest, thou best philosopher (Appear, appear)
Seer blest, thou best philosopher

'Tis the Divine Tragedy ('Tis the Divine Comedy)
The fool and the mocking court
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells (The fool and the mocking court)
Make us guffaw at thy futile follies (Fool...)
Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame (...kneel now and ring thy bells)
Earth beareth no balm for mistakes
We hold the Earth fro Hell away (We hold the Earth fro Heaven 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 stillborn

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