Intro / And When He Falleth - Theatre Of Tragedy

«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.»

[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 Death!

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 suckled 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…»