In my dreams I defy the sea.
Dragging its remains from the depths.
I share my bed with a lunar mistress.
Running my feverish fingers
over her throbbing neck
which my whim will sever...
There is salvation only in chaos
and enlightenment of madness...
But isn\'t dementia a cure
for the world\'s disorders ?
Tyrants born to be torn
by the crowd\'s hysteria.
Curse chronicle of the caesars...
I am Caius the good who grands
forgiveness to the dead !
A rotten seed adorns me
with the lust of Venus .
Perversion is the price one must pay
for the serpent\'s seduction ...
Drusilla ,my sister I stole your burning scent.
The sound of your wet moans
clings to my body like a pleasure trapped
in quicklime that rekindles desire ...
I am Caius the child with guilty eyes
object sacrified to god\'s orgies ...
My lunacy was to rebel against
the absurdity of fate which made
me a prince ...
And my crime was believing in the actor
within me that you were unable to love...
I offer myself naked to the swords.
Strike my shadow dwarves !
Hatred purifies ! Hatred sanctifies !
My name will be erased from the marble .
I will remains nothing more than this wretch
wearing a poor pair of cothurnus...
\'\'Does power drive you mad ?
or do you have to be mad to declare war on the waves ? \'\'