Son Of The Deified

(アルバム： The Thirteen Years Of Nero - 2021)

Seneca, tell me
Can an emperor be an actor?
But I love it, love it
Music is the way to the soul
It gives me freedom from this prison
It makes my fly to the world
The plebs, they love me
They want to hear me sing

These rich filthy animals
These so called senators
They repel me
They want to see me lay in a pool of blood... my blood

I Nero will skin them alive
And feed them to their wives
Oh can you hear the screams of anguish
Hear them perish

I'll wear their faces at the gatherings
I'll dance with their dead bodies and play music with their bones
An ever-flowing stream of blood
As I dine in laughter

Come forth and kneel before me, I am the emperor
I will not be merciful Piso, here is the knife
Plunge it in your soul, die...
Traitor
Die...
Traitor
Die...

I'll wear their faces at the gatherings
I'll dance with their dead bodies and play music with their bones
An ever-flowing stream of blood
As I dine in laughter