Falling blood a twisted ground
Under my feet, your blood when
Caligula benevolent and impious
Possessed your body

And sent his armies against the void
The void that meant every thing to him
Absolute emperor son of love and pleasure

Of night and day
Stumbling on this his own mistakes
Diving in a pool of blood
The evil that meant good

The venom that meant the cure
Of screams of pain and pleasure
Bodies that creep like serpents

Searching for the fire, for the secreation of love
Hard as iron about to pierce your flesh
Trembling with pleasure
Now, Caligula is consumed
Like worms trampled under feet

That don't move anymore
The almight emperor is dead
But the fire still burns
The flame cannot be extinguished