And When He Falleth (Remix)

LK: Be my kin free fro varnal sin, Bridle the thoughts of thy Master. R: There hath past away a glore fro the Earth; A glore that in the hearts and minds of men, Men dementd - blindfoldd by light, Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths. Might I too was blindfoldd ere, Tho' years have master'd me A masque of this lo fashion: Ser blest, thou best philosopher! LK: The quality of mercy and absolution, Whence cometh such qualities? Build thyself a mirror in which Solely wanton images of thy desrie appear! R: 'Tis the Divine Comedy - The fool and the mocking court: Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!: We hold the Earth fro Heaven away. LK: 'Tis the Divine Tragedy - The fool and the mocking court: Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!: 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. R: Believe? In a deily long dead? - I would rather be a pagan suckld in creeds outworn; Whith fartytales fill'd up in head; Thoughts of the Book stillborn. LK: Shadow of annoyance - Ne'er come hither! ..And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer, Ne'er to ascend again...