And When He Falleth (remix) Lyrics - A Rose For The Dead - 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..."