Theatre Of Tragedy - Intro / And When He Falleth lyrics

"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 demented, blindfolded by light Nourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths." "Might I too was blindfolded 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:] [Prospero: That cross you wear around your neck Is it only a decoration Or are you a true Christian believer? Francesca: Yes, I believe, truly Prospero: 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 sown 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 Francesca: You had me take off my cross because it offended... Prospero: 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 separates us from our Creator Francesca: But you need no doors to find God. If you believe... Prospero: 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 d**h! They rule this world Francesca: There is also love and life and hope Prospero: Very little hope I a**ure 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? I would rather be a pagan s**led in creeds outworn Whith fairytales 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..."