All is black, black as my robe
All is black, I see nothing else
All is black, day turns to night
All is black, can you feel this power?
I can see it: seven hundred and thirteen years ago
I was a prince in Agadir
I can see it: we were together even then
You were the loveliest slave in my court
All is black, black as my walls
All is black, we take each other's hands
All is black, only candlelight
All is black, when the Oracle speaks
I can see it: in seven hundred and thirteen years
You will be the Sun Queen
I can see it: I will be kissing your feet
Because I will be your favorite slave
All is black . . .