Lyrics:

'be My Kin Free Fro Varnal 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 Dement�d - Blindfold�d By Light,
hourisheth As Weed In Their Well-Groom'd Garths.'

'might I Too Was Blindfold�d 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.'

'believe In A Deily Long Dead -
i Would Rather Be A Pagan Suckl�d In Creeds Outworn;
whith Fa�rtytales 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...'