Poppaea Lyrics
A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil,
Thine feral grith with me, Poppaea, be Hell's hap:
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy.
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee:
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine 'hem apart.
Of marrow, do na mell; I am Morelle -
The bosom'd Titivil; travail me; fain,
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet,
Displode me in a font - Poppaea, do what thou wilt.
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee:
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine 'hem apart.
Well, I'm not too sure but i think this song may be about Poppaea Sabina, Nero's wife. It would help it fit in with the rest of Aegis' Greek and Roman history and mythology theme. Her story is basically she was regarded as being a great beauty but also as being manipulative and heartless. She married several men only so as to gain access to the Emperor Nero to become his mistress. Her planned worked, her first husband was executed and she divorced her second as soon a Nero said he would marry her. Ahe was also the person who helped Nero murder his mother and persuaded him to execute his ex-wife. He was totally besotted with her but one day when she was pregnant with her second child, they had a fierce arguement which resulted in him killing her, thus delivering her comeuppance.