Signor Benedick the Moor - The Empress's Obscurity [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Our story now shifts from Milo to his wife
Who, at the very moment her husbands head was smashed in by the force of gravity
On the rocks beneath the bluff
Is beginning to awaken
Unaware that her husband has just fallen to his death
She proceeded to meat the men unwittingly still conspiring against him

[Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor]
She slips out of bed, the stone floor's cold on her feet
The violet veil of the night and the red of the candle light meet
Disguised by the Royal blindness, she never needed deceit
It's almost over, she's ready, the plan is nearly complete
As she descends the tower
Her shadow flickers, her tongue is sour
The taste of blood preceding the end of the Royal Power
The Royal hour approaches, they gather like fifteen roaches
The image makes her uneasy but it's nothing like being hopeless
She focuses on all faces and marvels at how these placed turn children into disgraces
And man in turn only chases the youth that he cast away, trying to know what hope is
She told this once to her son, and now he don't want to be broken
Ho-hum

[Chorus: Signor Benedick the Moor]
She don't really have anyone
It's no fun
They used to chase each other in the sun
How the children run

[Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor]
She stands in front of fourteen men
It's quiet, but by the end the plot is louder than war
And death is around the bend
"He couldn't be helped" (You're wrong) she said that aloud for weight
Besides that she got a son that should of shared his father's fate
She looks to the sky and she cries, despised
And now you ask for a king to die
It’s alright
The [?]
Till it’s through the night

[Verse 3: Signor Benedick the Moor]
She slips into bed, her shadow blends in the night
No longer separate, she feels more herself when they reunite
She thinks of her son and shivers
She knows it’ll be alright
But soon she’ll be just a memory swallowed up by the fight
White, ivory in the ceiling
Skin pealing, ivory’s irony is the death of beauty is dealing
Head reeling, spinning now everything goes black
Fortitude and conscience were all that her husband ever lacked
Damn

"Mama loves you baby"