Theatre Of Tragedy - And When He Falleth (remix) lyrics

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 s**ld 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..."