High Treason - White Skull

On the morrow he’ll be dead

I’ve smelt the ambush down in Rome

Beware the ides of march

But he’s not gonna well

There’s no telling who’ll be next

Let this consuls come to me

I’m going to pick a fight

The sky is turning bleak

They want my Blood

This Romans want my blood

Nest of scheming snakes

You deceived the brave

The Roman king has perished

All his lands will fall into my hands

Caesar watch out at your back

And beware your son in law

Brutus wants to see you dead

Cassius don’t you love at all

Oh Metellus

Don’t trust Trebonius

Decius Brutus loves you not

Casca Cinna are traitors

All these men are closed to you

And they stab you in the back

Oh great Caesar

Waht have they done to you?

They want my Blood

This Romans want my blood

Nest of scheming snakes

You deceived the brave

Tu quoque, Brute, fili mi

The Roman king has perished

All his lands will fall into my hands