And When He Falleth Lyrics
| Song | And When He Falleth |
| Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
| Album | Last Curtain Call |
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| \"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, | |
| Nourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths.\" | |
| \"Might I too was blindfoldéd ere, | |
| \"The quality of mercy and absolution, | |
| Tho' years have master'd me | |
| Whence cometh such qualities? | |
| A masque of this to fashion: | |
| Build thyself a mirror in which | |
| Seer blest, thou best philosopher!\" | |
| Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!\" | |
| \"'Tis the Divine Comedy - | |
| \"'Tis the Divine Tragedy - | |
| The fool and the mocking court; | |
| The fool and the mocking court; | |
| Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! | |
| Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! | |
| We hold the Earth fro Heaven away.\" | |
| 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.\" | |
| [Dialogue:] | |
| [Male Voice] | |
| That cross you wear around your neck; | |
| is it only a decoration, or are you a | |
| true Christian believer? | |
| [Female Voice] | |
| 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. | |
| [sung:] | |
| \"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...\" |
| " 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 demente d blindfolde d by light, | |
| Nourisheth as weed in their wellgroom' d garths." | |
| " Might I too was blindfolde d ere, | |
| " The quality of mercy and absolution, | |
| Tho' years have master' d me | |
| Whence cometh such qualities? | |
| A masque of this to fashion: | |
| Build thyself a mirror in which | |
| Seer blest, thou best philosopher!" | |
| Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!" | |
| "' Tis the Divine Comedy | |
| "' Tis the Divine Tragedy | |
| The fool and the mocking court | |
| The fool and the mocking court | |
| Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! | |
| Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! | |
| We hold the Earth fro Heaven away." | |
| 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." | |
| Dialogue: | |
| Male Voice | |
| That cross you wear around your neck | |
| is it only a decoration, or are you a | |
| true Christian believer? | |
| Female Voice | |
| 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 noone. 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. | |
| sung: | |
| " Believe? In a deity long dead? | |
| I would rather be a pagan suckle d in creeds outworn | |
| Whith fa rytales 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..." |
| " 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 dementé d blindfoldé d by light, | |
| Nourisheth as weed in their wellgroom' d garths." | |
| " Might I too was blindfoldé d ere, | |
| " The quality of mercy and absolution, | |
| Tho' years have master' d me | |
| Whence cometh such qualities? | |
| A masque of this to fashion: | |
| Build thyself a mirror in which | |
| Seer blest, thou best philosopher!" | |
| Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!" | |
| "' Tis the Divine Comedy | |
| "' Tis the Divine Tragedy | |
| The fool and the mocking court | |
| The fool and the mocking court | |
| Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! | |
| Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! | |
| We hold the Earth fro Heaven away." | |
| 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." | |
| Dialogue: | |
| Male Voice | |
| That cross you wear around your neck | |
| is it only a decoration, or are you a | |
| true Christian believer? | |
| Female Voice | |
| 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 noone. 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. | |
| sung: | |
| " Believe? In a deity long dead? | |
| I would rather be a pagan sucklé d in creeds outworn | |
| Whith fa rytales 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..." |
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