| Song | And When He Falleth (Remix) |
| Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
| Album | A Rose For The Dead |
| 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 weed 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..." |
| 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 dementé d blindfoldé d by light, Hourisheth as weed in their wellgroom' d garths."" Might I too was blindfoldé d ere, Tho' years have master' d meA masque of this lo fashion: S er 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 sucklé d in creeds outworn Whith fa rtytales 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..." |