This doesn't sound nearly as theatrical
or comical as it should
Alighieri sees me as a dishonor
Cursing me from the gates of hell

Requiem for the sclerotic, possessed by torpor
The body in the madhouse is not of an immortal
I survived inquisition
Politi-comical commissions
Protested divinity into senseless matters

My tragedy has been pointless for so long
But I write and poetize it in an epic song

Sempiternam jubilaeum
I leave the world to crumble alone
And take refuge in my mind

Abridgment and sentient about my devotion
Wet, in my bed, around a thousand emotions
It's written on my bible
The evangel of the snake
The ophidian sacrament
Vulgar, hedonistic, indecent

Sempiternam jubilaeum
My overdose is from stars, not from crack
There is no boundary I cannot wreck
I'm covered with petals
And gold bravery medals
So I'll be honored by all

I'm much wider than your simple eyes can see
Or you fathom to believe in the greatest jubilee
In your world so precious, my beauty is atrocious
Reality is met only with lies
Evil has many faces, many forms
In blood and pleasure I rule the destruction I adore
While I inject it down with gore

Freedom entwine my senses
I'm the dusk flirting with dawn
Cause I'm not constant with my passions
Sometimes love's just too ethereal
But I'm young and my time's getting short

Sempiternam jubilaeum
I call for every apostle in hell
I climb on my serpent and bid you Farwell
The vipers are coiling, the opus is rolling
In the palace built in my mind

I may be committing an eighth or ninth sin
Maybe happiness is just the absinth

Until today some of them call me the great whore
Bound to hateful blasphemy since the day I was born
And as I wrought myself to shards of what I've been
Those pieces hunted gathering
Mirroring the deep of me