The Ides Of March Lyrics - Steel Prophet

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 treacherous 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 face 

Such twisted face, I see their face 

The magic, once strong and true 

Now seems to fade, fade from you 

The strange ones, have come 

They've come, coming for you 

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, oh 

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 

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 treacherous 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 

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, oh