Текст песни Stigmatic Chorus - Отражение Каина

The curse seemed to be
The mark of the great Nero
There is so little wisdom in his words
And Rome put up with their sinner at the throne.

A depraved soul is black as smoke
From the flames of Velikograd
A son born of a vicious mother
Became a power filled with stench.

He is petty, pathetic and boastful
I wrote poetry with the lips of anguish
For the submissive was the regnator lustful
For the human sea of ​​wrathful "Cain".

And his poison exalted itself to heaven
I am god, the punisher of the whole earth
This is how the Nero words were pronounced
And the one who is not subject to me, die!

Oh Athena, Apollo, cried Nero
He is an artist, in the hands of his kifar
Pierced the pain of virtuoso notes
That his punishment was given in blood.

He is petty, pathetic and boastful
I wrote poetry with the lips of anguish
For the submissive was the regnator lustful
For the human sea of ​​wrathful "Cain".