Lyrics And When He Falleth - Theatre Of Tragedy

And When He Falleth

«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.»
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?
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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…»