Now it's time to open up the book
To my cursed life
I have walked through the fires of Rome
And been erased from time
A life laid out by an evil Catea
She holds the keys to Iad
Agrippina was her name
Twas I that she would sell
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
A composer of many songs
And the greatest actor too
In my time I did nothing wrong
Those accusations were untrue
I was more than just a God
I ruled over sea, air and land
With a twist of my wrist
Your blood was in the sand
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me