Well hail Caesar Horses in the Senate Where did the eagles fly Back in

the German woods ?



Lost by the walking wounded Fleeing the devils of the forest Taken to

graven idols Down in their shrines beneath the ground



Oh to behold the suns below



A heart that used to house your love I offer you below now As once above



A mirror for simple souls That tend to stray away from the day This

maggot ridden horror To sing you of summer's decay



Oh to behold the suns below