Ars Amandi

Intro -. A voice,speaks in Latin

Ars amandi, ars vivendi.

Ars amandi, ars vivendi.

Verse 1

They called it a gift from the gods above,

A dance of the flesh, a language of love.

No shame in the touch, no guilt in the skin,

Just the fire that burns from within.

But beware the gaze, beware the rule,

The man who kneels is the man the fool.

They wrote the laws, they drew the line,

But passion is older than any design.

We are the heirs of Venus's flame,

We do not bow, we do not tame.

Ars amandi! The art of the skin!

Ars amandi! Let the dance begin!

No god of shame, no priest of fear,

The body is the empire here!

Verse 2

The senators smile, the poets write,

But the slave's embrace is kept from sight.

You preach the doctrine of the free,

But your own desire you dare not see.

The rules are for the ones who kneel,

The masters know what the lips conceal.

Pre-Chorus

They wrote the laws, they drew the line,

But passion is older than any design.

We are the heirs of Venus's flame,

We do not bow, we do not tame.

Ars amandi! The art of the skin!

Ars amandi! Let the dance begin!

No god of shame, no priest of fear,

The body is the empire here! They thought they could cage the flame,

They thought the body had no name.

But the gods did not forget the art,

The art is the heart.

Ars amandi! The art of the skin!

Ars amandi! Let the amandi! Let the dance begin!

No god of shame, no priest of fear,

The body is the empire here!

Outro - A whisper.

Ars amandi...

...ars vivendi.