Song | High Treason |
Artist | White Skull |
Album | Public glory, secret agony |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : De Boni, Fontò, Savio | |
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 |
zuo ci : De Boni, Fonto, Savio | |
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 |
zuò cí : De Boni, Fontò, Savio | |
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 |