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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] wants to see you dead
Cassius don't you love at all
Oh Metellus
Don't [bad word] Trebonius
Decius [bad word] 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, [bad word]  fili mi
 [bad word] 
The Roman king has perished
All his lands will fall into my hands