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 d**h
Your d**h'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
[Solo: SK]