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Nero the hero, god of full corpses |
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Nero, centurio, lost in madness, |
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walked in the shadows of broken minds, |
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saved his power in the name of lies, |
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enslaved girls, he's a destructor by his hand. |
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Burn down this town, burn down this Rome. |
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Nero, master of lied enrichements, |
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Nero, finder of bad sound harmonies, |
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composed titles for wonderfully done things, |
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found the answers, the things he sung |
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Were about the realities of his next strike. |
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Sadist of his own empire, will be his own messiah, |
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loser of his own mind. |
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Aaaaahh my little Rome, enjoy my flames, |
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I sing and pray for you and your child, |
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fall to ashes for my new empire, |
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It's my greatest lyric now. |
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Burn down this town, burn down this Rome. |
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Look at me, people of Rome, |
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It's the sweet resurrection, after the celebration |
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It's my lustful work, that all these christians are rotten now. |
