歌曲 | And When He Falleth |
歌手 | Theatre of Tragedy |
专辑 | Last Curtain Call |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
\"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..." |