When a nuclear threat looms
And the frightened world starts to shake,
Nero’s name stands as a diagnosis
Of the most dangerous psychopath.
Determined to crush and reshape,
Even erasing a nation…
What kind of demon hides away
In his bloodshot eyes?
What kind of pride consumes him?
What kind of greed torments him?
A person is born into this world
to create what it means to be human…
Murder is the call of the beast.
Destruction comes from dark madness.
And when the world ignites in fire –
Life remains to him for just an hour.
In ancient and troubled times,
A vile creature set Rome ablaze,
Hoping to take away the faith
In the Savior, beloved by souls.
Nero was his tainted name –
A reptile upon an imperial throne.
And today the world is once again in smoke…
Once more, Nero is the spark…
His heart is never satisfied.
His hands claw for oil.
Even at the cost of ash and ruin
And the most brutal tyranny.
And there's no madness that
could tame a wolf like that,
ready to trample everything sacred
and itself to frighten and oppress…
O, come, Just God!
The smoke rises up to You!
The unharvested fields are burning,
And there’s no one to extinguish them…
Countless human destinies are ablaze!
Justice and Law are burning, too!
Times grow heavy with the weight
Of Nero’s diagnosis…
From it, the powerful go mad,
Delivered unto wicked depravity.
May Your Sword cast them down
Deep into the fiery abyss…
Stefan Glavchev
(The Rise of the Fall)
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