Graves Of Valor - Sic Semper Tyrannis lyrics

Awakened under omens Of Rome's impending doom Beware the ides of march, oh, lord The great will fall in ruins I stand as supreme lord A tyrant aged in blood Woe to the hands that strike me down Concealed under love My dismal seed is sleeping With eyes open in the shadows A d**h forewarned Of treason Of hate All petitions now are void Gather as the bloodletting begins Stand tall with your knife in hand Oh, pardon me thou bleeding piece of Earth That I am meek and Gentle with these butchers Thou are the ruins of the noblest of men That ever lived in the tide of the times Over thy wounds I prophesize A curse shall light on all men One of fury and strife Infants quartered With the hands of war Pity choked Tear the tongue from my mouth Feed it to the people Pompey can rest his feet In my blood