歌词
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 dementéd - blindfoldéd by light,Hourisheth as **** in their well-groom'd garths.""Might I too was blindfoldéd ere,Tho' years have master'd meA masque of this lo fashion:Sëer blest, thou best philosopher!"
LK: "The quality of mercy and absolution,Whence cometh such qualities?Build thyself a mirror in whichSolely 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 suckléd in creeds outworn;Whith faärtytales 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..."
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