♫ Dogs of War (Julius Caesar, ₁₉₇₀)

The Ides of March are come... Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

Raven Boy Music, an independent record company, was created by husband and wife singer/songwriters Ken and Lisa Theriot (the singer and author of this song, respectively.) They and their associates have crafted some musical and lyrical works of art, bringing history and legends from long ago to vivid life. Please follow the links below to find out more about them, and their music (which can be purchased on iTunes, Amazon, and CDBaby.)

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Forgive me now, O bleeding piece of Earth!
I make this vow, thou noblest man of birth--
These butchers will not win the day,
But I must measure what I say
Lest they may see and silence me.
Over thy corse I make this prophecy--
Without remorse, what fury there shall be!
The empty womb, the mourning weeds,
All pity choked with deadly deeds;
Revenge will tell, come hot from Hell!

Woe to the hand that shed this blood!
Woe to the land caught in the flood!
The tide of times will wash away their choice;
A curse shall light the limbs of men,
And strife shall smite beyond their ken,
When spirits calling with a monarch's voice
Cry, "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war.

Gentles and friends, I pray lend me your ears;
As grief descends, let there be time for tears;
I come to bury, not to praise
Evil lives on beyond our days
And all good word is oft interred.
Good men have slept, and better men have died;
The King has wept when that the poor have cried.
What cause withholds you then to care?
My heart is in the coffin there,
So bear with me ‘til it goes free.

Woe to the hand that shed this blood!
Woe to the land caught in the flood!
The tide of times will wash away their choice;
A curse shall light the limbs of men,
And strife shall smite beyond their ken,
When spirits calling with a monarch's voice
Cry, "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war.

‘Twould be unkind if I sought to inspire
Your heart and mind to mutiny and ire;
I should do men of honor wrong,
And so I choose to go along,
To wrong the dead, on my own head.
It is not meet that you should ever learn
The love complete that worthies would not spurn;
You are not wood, you are not stone,
But being men, could you have known
Just what you had, and not run mad?

Woe to the hand that shed this blood!
Woe to the land caught in the flood!
The tide of times will wash away their choice;
A curse shall light the limbs of men,
And strife shall smite beyond their ken,
When spirits calling with a monarch's voice
Cry, "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war.

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts
And all my ends are far beyond my arts
They gave me public leave to speak
For in this matter I am weak
And they are strong, but they are wrong
I have no wit, nor words, nor worth, but woe;
And I admit no more than what you know,
But had I now the power of speech
To stir men's blood, to rouse and teach,
Then let there be... a mutiny!

Woe to the hand that shed this blood!
Woe to the land caught in the flood!
The tide of times will wash away their choice;
A curse shall light the limbs of men,
And strife shall smite beyond their ken,
When spirits calling with a monarch's voice
Cry, "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war.

Note: This restored print of the film is available from OliveFilms on both DVD and Blu-Ray: https://olivefilms.com/product/julius...