Lyrics
"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on." - William Shakespeare, Othello
Intro:
"In the dim lights of Venice, where shadows weave sinister tales—
Through love's sweet guise, where a heart's trust fails,
Othello’s story—a Moor’s fierce plight,
Speaks in verse, raps the night."
Verse 1:
Venetian paths, where my shadows tread—power, my steed,
Command and conquer; in war's fertile seed.
Desdemona, my heart, life’s serene queen,
In her eyes, a peace—once unseen.
Hook:
"From the battlefield, to soft bed's whispers—haunted,
Shadows of doubt, dark and undaunted.
In love's deep well, where trust once swelled,
Now lies a dark chasm, where my demons yell."
Verse 2:
Through the night's cloak, secrets whispered with spite,
Iago’s venom—served cold, damn right.
Trust, once wielded, like a blade so true,
Now thrusts me close to madness’ hue.
Hook:
"From the battlefield, to soft bed's whispers—haunted,
Shadows of doubt, dark and undaunted.
In love's deep well, where trust once swelled,
Now lies a dark chasm, where my demons yell."
Verse 3:
On Cyprus’ shores, despair’s stage is set,
A soldier’s heart, in betrayal's net.
The handkerchief, once a token so pure,
Now a proof of vows, broken, unsure.
Verse 4:
Trust shattered by echoes of deceitful lies,
Sweet truths soured by bitter goodbyes.
Jealousy's beast, from within unleashed,
Turns a lover’s kiss into a warrior's feast.
Hook:
"From the battlefield, to soft bed's whispers—haunted,
Shadows of doubt, dark and undaunted.
In love's deep well, where trust once swelled,
Now lies a dark chasm, where my demons yell."
Verse 5:
Was her innocence just a clever play?
My soul, besieged, frays in disarray.
Doubt poisons the clear stream of my heart,
Each shadow dances with a traitor's art.
Verse 6:
Fate duels, destiny’s cruel game,
Love and betrayal dance, aflame.
In passion's storm, a tempest raged,
Seeking truth in lies, a war waged.
Hook:
"From the battlefield, to soft bed's whispers—haunted,
Shadows of doubt, dark and undaunted.
In love's deep well, where trust once swelled,
Now lies a dark chasm, where my demons yell."
Verse 7:
Justice, now a specter, cloaked in grief,
Her eyes, once my refuge, now beyond belief.
Here I stand, broken—a man accused,
By my own hand, her life I misused.
Verse 8:
In the mirror, Othello’s face, a tale of sorrow,
A love so fierce, doomed to fade by morrow.
Let my story be a dire warning told,
Of passion too wild, turning warmth to cold.
Outro:
"In the fading light of a fire once bright,
I wander through the shadows of night.
For in the heart’s silence, truth does speak,
At love’s end, it’s the soul we seek."
