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

Chorus

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

Chorus

The Roman king has perished All his lands will fall into my hands