Nero

Vine and fire spilled
Under cracking imperial dome,
Many the fire killed
As he fiddled in burning Rome.
Genius of rhyme,
As his poetry proudly says
One, ahead of his time,
Led by mania, desire and craze.
Artist and poet still,
He revealed the vices of men,
Sinister in his zeal,
Like a spinner asundering it's den.

CHORUS:
Burning abandoned streets
Left for him to behold and to roam,
Denigrated by hypocrites,
He was Nero who burned Rome.

Fire in red burned,
Scaring white geese away,
Saviors their heads turned,
Unwilling to save the day.
Red like christian blood,
Shed to amuse his mind,
Shed in Coliseum's mud,
Shed to erase their kind.
Leader and warrior still,
He brought victories trough his arch,
He brought servants ready to kill,
He brought fires to light the dark.

CHORUS:
Burning abandoned streets
Left for him to behold and to roam,
Denigrated by hypocrites,
He was Nero who burned Rome.