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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
White Skull
White Skull
Performer
Antonio Fontò
Antonio Fontò
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Fontò
Antonio Fontò
Songwriter
Nicola Savio
Nicola Savio
Songwriter

Lyrics

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 dwell
There's no telling who'll be next
Let these consuls come to me
I'm going to pick a fight
The sky is turning bleak
They want my blood
These Romans want my blood
Nest of scheming snakes
You deceived the brave
Blood
These Romans want my blood
Nest of scheming snakes
You deceived the brave
Assassins
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
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 close to you
And they stab you in the back
Great Caesar
What have they done to you?
They want my blood
These Romans want my blood
Nest of scheming snakes
You deceived the brave
Blood
These Romans want my blood
Nest of scheming snakes
You deceived the brave
Assassins
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
Tu quoque, Brute, fili mi
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands
I treasure
Written by: Antonio Fontò, Nicola Savio
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