Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Theatre Of Tragedy

Whether the throned Monarch weareth the crown, 
Which I know not whether to his belongeth; 
Doth he hence the sceptre sway? 
Seasoneth he justice? - 
Daresay I he doth not, 
Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? - 
Where doth sit my awe? - Trieth me conjure; 
Perchance a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? - 
Is the gentle rain a quality of his? - 
I bethink this fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this, 
I beheld to these words no tongue; are the 
Monarch's men his thralls or his servants? - 
Oft I waylay my tongue - 
Those of which are withal by my gnarled heart not heed'd; 
Or doth the throstle sing with more glee 
At daybreak than than a twilight? - 
Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgement - 
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is; 
That undiscover'd country; be that 
Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy; 
Tread not paths of new when those of old are 
Far by an only single footstep; walk, be it 
On the left, on the right - be it the one which 
Straight forward leadeth; the one of correct 
I have as until now not heed'd any signs of!