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 dementéd - blindfoldéd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths.'

'Might I too was blindfoldéd 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 suckléd in creeds outworn;
Whith faärtytales 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...'