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