Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Conspiracy, artist - Silentium. Album song Sufferion - Hamartia Of Prudence, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: English
The Conspiracy |
Enjoining the evening? |
Count Tenheim. |
I Presume? |
At your service my lord??? |
You may call me Scoria. |
I’ve been watching you dance with young baroness |
Prudence, such |
A… lovely creature |
Yes, unfortunately her loveliness is owned by someone rude enough not to even |
appear |
With her. |
Even in such pleasant masquerades as tonight |
Well some do not simply have the proper out bringing to attend this kind of |
pleasures |
Apparently so, lord Scoria. |
it may be the spanish way to raise sails and let |
the beauty |
Wither ashore |
Look at her amongst all this joy, mourning and sighing. |
Wouldn’t you like to |
set those sad |
Longing eyes aflame again? |
To have her and afterwards kiss that swanlike neck |
goodnight? |
I… I Beg your pardon, my lord |
Do not insult me with petty morality, dear count. |
I know exactly how |
desperately you thirst |
After her. |
With how much anguish you envy that halfbreed Antracon for owning |
her loyalty |
If only I could open her eyes from that blindness |
I think we have a way to remedy that |
Dear sir. |
are you suggesting that I would do the dirty deed of yours… |
of god only |
Knows what intentions? |
My intentions. |
Are merely of setting her free of that endless longing. |
I’m not asking you |
To do anything, but to follow your own desires. |
Few words from a loyal servant |
of your’s will do |
Few words. |
From my servant? |
Just a word placed in the ear of Antracon’s crew. |
He’s ship, «Providence», |
is due to |
Southampton within few weeks. |
When it arrives we can perhaps put one of your |
servants on the |
Payroll all we need is few words, like count Tenheim has… |
…Slept with young baroness Prudence |
Aye! |
You watch your mouth gadgie. |
I can’t believe it out off her |
That’s the bleeding bloody honest truth. |
By god. |
Mind you. |
She is the bleeding |
fiance of the |
Owner of this ship and all. |
Didn’t stop the mockers or banging her sheets with |
sir tenheim now did |
It? |
No no… |
Bloody hell… young sir Antracon ain’t gonna be at all happy when he’ll hear |
about it… |
…I just can not believe it |
Well that’s what I heard. |
And the gadgie works for the count and all. |
Well, we better be |
Off to London sir. |
If we are going to be there in decent time |
No… Hickson wait… I am going to stay here at the inn for a while. |
Would you arrange a |
Room for me? |
You’re sure sir? |
Ah mean. |
Right, you never kin with this stuff. |
Never kin with |
the ladies |
Tell you that for nothing sir |
No… she deserved something better… It’s all my doing. |
Being away and low |
breed. |
All my |
Doing… |