Текст песни
Seneca, tell me
Can an emperor be an actor?
But I love it, love it
Music is the way to the soul
Gives me freedom from this prison
It makes me 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 the faces of their galleries
I'll dance with their bodies
And play music with their bones
In an ever-flowing stream of blood
Now shall I dine in laughter
Come forth, kneel before me
I am the emperor
I will now be merciful
Here is the knife
Plunge it in your soul
Die, traitor
Die, traitor
Die
I'll wear the faces of their galleries
I'll dance with their bodies
And play music with their bones
In an ever-flowing stream of blood
Now shall I dine in laughter
I am the sun of the day of might
And you shall feel my wrath
And you shall feel my wrath