Signor Benedick the Moor - The Empress's Obscurity lyrics

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Signor Benedick the Moor - The Empress's Obscurity lyrics

[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 d**h 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 d**h 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 d**h 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"