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 scrеams of anguish Hear them perish I'll wеar 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, 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 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 I am the son of the deified And you shall feel my wrath