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     Solo sk