Neros Fire

[Intro] (Heavy drum cadence, orchestral strings swell, distant w*r horns) [Verse 1] Palatine Hill beneath a b***d-red sky Purple robes traded for armor, fire in his eye Senate whispers fade to the clash of steel A poet-prince prepares for the w*r's ordeal The throne's a stage, but the field calls his name To carve his legacy in the crimson flame First campaign north, where the Rhine runs cold Against the rebel hordes, fierce and bold He raised the eagle, voice cutting the din "Rome demands victory! Let the s*******r begin!" [Chorus] Oh, Nero! Flame of Rome! Through smoke and ash, you fought alone! With Praetorian steel and chariot's roar! Emperor-Warrior, forevermore! From Britannia's mist to Parthia's sand! The conqueror's fist across the land! Nero's Fire! B*****g higher! [Verse 2] Boudicca's fury, Britannia ablaze Iceni chariots through the forest haze He heard the reports, the distant empire's wail Sent his legions forth, like an iron gale "Crush the rebellion! Spare not spear nor sword! Let Rome's vengeance be their final word!" Though he watched from Rome, the strategy his own His will was the engine that claimed the rebel throne Triumph proclaimed, though his feet touched no mud The glory of victory flowed in his b***d. [Chorus] Oh, Nero! Flame of Rome! Through smoke and ash, you fought alone! With Praetorian steel and chariot's roar! Emperor-Warrior, forevermore! From Britannia's mist to Parthia's sand! The conqueror's fist across the land! Nero's Fire! B*****g higher! [Bridge] (Heavy guitar riff slows, ominous bassline, chanting vocals) They called him tyrant, called him mad For every triumph, whispers sad But on the battlefield's cruel stage He wrote his own defiant page A commander's eye, a gambler's nerve What legions won, his spirit did deserve Or claimed he did, 'neath gilded dome The price of peace paid far from home... [Guitar Solo] (Blistering electric guitar solo over driving drums & orchestral hits) [Verse 3] Then Parthia stirred, the eastern gate shook Armenia threatened, the eagle's look Demanded response, a show of might Nero chose w*r, bathed in fierce light Gold funded the legions, marching east To force the Parthian beast to feast... on terms of peace He sought the glory, the laurel crown To be the Caesar who struck the rival down Though Corbulo fought, the victory's name Was Nero's alone, stoking his flame! [Chorus] Oh, Nero! Flame of Rome! Through smoke and ash, you fought alone! With Praetorian steel and chariot's roar! Emperor-Warrior, forevermore! From Britannia's mist to Parthia's sand! The conqueror's fist across the land! Nero's Fire! B*****g higher! [Outro] (Final powerful chorus chord, w*r horns blare, drums build to crescendo then suddenly cut, leaving only fading, echoing cymbals and a final, low, dissonant orchestral note)