Born by the rivers where the waters run deep
Felice had dreams that stole his sleep.
In Venice's shadows he found his call
A man of the streets rising from the fall.
With every heist his name would grow
From silent whispers to a legend's glow.
Not just a criminal but a poet of fate
He danced with danger flirted with the gate.
Felice walked where the brave won't go
In the heart of the storm with a face of stone.
They called him Faccia d'Angelo but the world would see
The devil inside his legacy.
His crew was loyal his moves were bold
A mastermind touched by the thrill of gold.
But behind the mask a man with dreams
Far from the violence beyond the schemes.
Felice walked where the brave won't go
In the heart of the storm with a face of stone.
They called him Faccia d'Angelo but the world would see
The devil inside his legacy.
Not just for power not just for fame
He craved the rush the untamed flame.
He lived like a poet with fire in his eyes
Writing his tale in the Venetian skies.
But even the bravest must face the fall
The empire crumbled though he gave it all.
Betrayed by those who feared his might
Felice walked into the darkest night.
Felice walked where the brave won't go
In the heart of the storm with a face of stone.
They called him Faccia d'Angelo but the world would see
The devil inside his legacy.
Now in the silence his story remains
A man who lived without the chains.
Felice Maniero both loved and feared
A legend in shadows a life revered.