The fires are burning in the darkened streets
Through the night I hear the sound of marching feet
Revolution, is in the air
Lock your doors, theyll be calling here
(Chorus) Under the blade, madame guilotine
Under the blade, d**h or victory
For your treason it is the hand of fate
We find you guilty for crimes against the state.
Through the torchlight, to execution square
How the crowds of faceless people cheer
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(Middle 8){spoken} The blood of the wealthy
{spoken} Will stain the streets
To flow in rivers
Around my ladys feet
The crowds are lining the route to madames steps
To please the ma**es, Ill pay my last respects
Ill surrender to her shining knife
Born of noble blood was my only crime
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Victory
Victory
Victory