The Assassination of Julius Caesar

A festival of torches Joins the light of the moon Shining in the lake Sleeping with the stars As good Christians Illuminate the garden Human candles Burning under roman skies Nero lights up the night 18th to 19th of July, AD 64 Paul dies, Peter dies Lions among men Damnation to beasts Almost too hard to believe Nero lights up the night 18th to 19th of July, AD 64 The princess of Wales Her sexual drive Stop dead under the river In the capital of romance The most hunted Body of the modern age Flowers crown her head Ancient goddess of the moon Nero lights up the night 18th to 19th of July, AD 64

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

I have seen the world you believe in Black ships with rats, dead Caesars and sons Hear the children sing, they cry murder What is done is done and there is more to come Poor little sister I hope you understand The babe in the woods Will be taken by a wolf The second coming means nothing to me I have tasted death, every body and thing I long for my own, for the curtain to fall To wipe the blood off the face of the earth Poor little sister I hope you understand The babe in the woods Will be taken by a wolf

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Legends fail And houses fall In great shame In elliptical ruins A king gouges his eyes out Forbidden love takes poison Tragedies repeat themselves In perfect circle Wrong, wrong, wrong (As in death) As Colossus stands So shall Rome When Colossus falls Rome shall fall When Rome falls So falls the world

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

I want to tell you something About the grace of faded things The draped compositions Hiding from the new world Behind old French doors The last rays of the setting sun On the cheeks of cherub faces The traces of their tears But you do not listen Your mind is somewhere else I speak with a frozen tongue In a dead language There' s a world between us There' s a sunken garden Love lies bleeding there And words they mean nothing To anyone anymore

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

An army charges upon the land To the sound of retreat This is bigger than us A stronger wind is blowing Blowing from Paradise Into the world to come Progress is its name Death nods his head First the dead Then the living Call their names Like a legion Their steps are retreating Out of the earth and the sea Back to the beginning of time An endless beach Where a table has been set for one With salt and water Lay down the kid And turn around and leave First the dead Then the living Call their names Like a legion

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

I've been staggering Ever since the shot in Rome On Wednesday May 13, 1981 The golden ball saw it all Down through the ages In childbed and deathbed Flooded with light The daughters of the church St. Teresa of Avila St. Teresa of Lisieux They were rewarded by God For loving him They knew the forms Of the transverberation A spiritual wounding of the heart In the form of a mystical vision A physical wounding of the heart By a dart or a flame of love St. Teresa of Avila St. Teresa of Lisieux

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

In the year of the Lord The word became flesh But our bodies now Will bleed as before Nothing has changed Since the late sixties We all must carry Rosemary's baby Helter skelter On the surface of the moon A heart of darkness Let it bleed Inside yourself For your father All the way alive Inside Golden Gate There used to be a house At 6114 California St. Helter skelter

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

I have been thinking About my life lately These old streets This same old song Of smoke and mirrors And sweet, sweet revenge Sigh my heart But do not break I have to make right The things that went wrong To forgive and forget There is honor among thieves How to come clean With these dirty hands They hold me down With a strangling love My family My children My haven My hope What have I done To leave you here

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025