“The great fire of Rome raged out of control for over a week. Hundreds of thousands lost their homes or fell victim to the flames. Nero allegedly lit the fire himself, to make room for his golden house.”
What happened to you, my precious Rome? Your brilliant shine, where is it gone? Oh dirt and garbage populates your streets Unimportant rabble with nonentity dreams
A purulent ulcer out of control spreads like an illness in my town I can no longer stand to look away The time has come to erase this shame
It´s my creation day I build with fire With an ode to the flames I burn this hideous ground It´s my creation day I build with fire From the ashes Rome shall rise so beauteous and proud
It´s up to me to build a work of art A palace worthy of an emperor Mosaics made of gems and ivory The scent of roses replace the reek Marmoreal halls, fountains and busts Lined with lush gardens and clean paths Domus Aurea, my golden house For all times a proof of my genius
Rome you flower among the cities Oh my precious Your beauty has faded away, but you will rise again Born again through the purifying flames So burn for me, burn, burn BURN!!
It´s my creation day I build with fire With an ode to the flames I burn this hideous ground It´s my creation day Iam Nero the artist who builds with fire From the ashes Rome shall rise so beauteous and proudTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
