Theatre Of Tragedy - And when he falleth letra de canción

Liv:
“Be my kin free fro carnal sin,
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master.”

Raymond:
“There hath past away a glore fro the earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dementéd - blinfoldéd by light,
Flourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths.”

Liv:
“The quality of mercy and absolution,
Whence cometh such qualities?
Build thyself a mirror in which
Solely wanton images of thy desire appear, appear, appear!”

Raymond:
“Might I too was blindfoldéd ere,
Tho' years have master'd me
A masque of this to fashion:
Sëer blest, thou best philosopher!”

Liv:
“'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.”

Raymond:
“'Tis the divine comedy -
The fool and the mocking court:
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!:
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away.”


Dialog from Roger Corman film "Masque of the Red Death" (1964):

Prince 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.”

Prince 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 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.”

Francesca:
“You had me take off my cross because it offended...”

Prince 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 seperates us from our Creator.”

Francesca:
“But you need no doors to find God. If you believe...”

Prince 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.”

Prince Prospero:
“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.”


Raymond:
“Believe? In a deity long dead? -
I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn;
With faërytales fill'd up in head:
Thoughts of the Book stillborn.”

Liv:
“Shadow of annoyance -
Ne'er come hither!
...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
Ne'er to ascend again...”