Intro / 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 demented blindfolded by light

Nourisheth as w**d 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

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

I would rather be a pagan suckled in creeds outworn

Whith farytales 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