paroles de chanson And When He Falleth (Remix) - 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 dementéd - blindfoldéd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."
"Might I too was blindfoldéd ere,
Tho' years have master'd me
A masque of this lo fashion:
Sëer 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 suckléd in creeds outworn;
Whith faärtytales 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..."