King Explains Songtext / Lyric

Clive Nolan
King explains Lyrics
Gardelle:
So much has happened and you need to know
We see corruption and treachery grow
Around a man whose flesh and blood
Wreaks of poison and fear – an unstoppable flood King:
Some years ago I discovered epistles
Anzeray wrote to his closet disciples
And clues became revealed to me
The Alchemist split his discovery in three

Eva:
One in the Alps, the Italian side
That was the Journal, the crucial guide
We now know an artefact lies underground
Deep in a labyrinth soon to be found

Amelia:
Jagman should pay for his inhuman deeds
His soul is corrupt with ambition and greed
I want this foul creatures head on a plate
For the choices he made
I want him to suffer and…

King:
Amelia…there is more…

I needed money to follow my quest
To reach the patch between living and death
He then appeared and he offered me help
And like a fool I was drawn by his wealth

Gardelle:
He did not care to share in the fruits
The mission was doomed – such was his route
Of solo intent – more despicable plans
That would see him reign over his fellow man

Eva:
So, Jagman shot him, and left him for dead
A broken body with lead in his head
He thinks King is gone and that must be so
Till sanity reigns and we take control

Amelia:
Jagman should pay for his inhuman deeds
His soul is corrupt with ambition and greed
I want this foul creatures head on a plate
For the choices he made
I want him to suffer and…

King:
Amelia…there is more…

Gardelle:
If he completes his arrogant quest
Our very future will be put to the test
Anzeray warned of the danger to man
Falling as victim to Jagman’s insanity

King:
There is no room for private wars
We keep control of our personal scores
Focus our minds in this we must trust
All that protects us from chaos is…us!

Gardelle:
What is this? A hand in my pocket
Who is this? Some trifling thief
What should we do with this impudent culprit?
What did she think she would gain from this folly?
Such limited skill – It completely beggars belief

Eva:
Tar her, feather her, chain her, tether her
Throw her in the river
Let the hungry fish deliver her
Cage her, bind her. Branding is too kind for her
Teach the girl a lesson
We don’t need a full confession

Amelia:
Perhaps all she needs is a little compassion
We do not know what this girl has been through
This may be so far beyond her volition
There must be more to the picture we see

Gardelle:
Who is this girl? A hand in my pocket
Who is this girl? Some trifling thief

Amelia:
Perhaps all she needs is a little compassion
We do not know what this girl has been suffering

Eva:
Beat her, bottle her. Tie her up and throttle her
Lock her in the cellar
Let the hungry rats devour her

Gardelle:
Who is this girl with hand in my pocket?
Who is this girl? Some trifling, trifling…

King: Enough! William, I believe we first met under similar circumstances, except it was your hand in my pocket?
Gardelle: Touché, Professor
King: What is your name, girl?
Jessamine: My name is Jessamine
King: There is no harm done, Jessamine. So what brings you to this line of work, as if we don’t already know?
Jessamine: Of course you know!
Amelia: Is there nothing else you could do?