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
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