Testo di The Ides Of March

Caesar, beware these days, I pray thee, beware these days! A vision, comes to the seer, It fills my brain, I see your pain The nineteenth, nineteenth of March, I see you've marked the Ides of March Kiss of the queen, bite of the snake I see your treachery filled fate Go, run and fly free, your future I see Dark blades you must flee Go run and fly free, bad magic's to be Fly free Your friends, you thought so dear, They plot your death Your death's so near In the dark, I see their faces, Such twisted faces, I see their faces The magic, once strong and true, It seems to fade, fade from you The strange ones, have now come, They've come, coming for you I see them gathered all around you, You sense their greetings false The smell of treachery sears the air I see you lying in your blood