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, they’ll 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 (CHORUS) (Middle 8){spoken} The blood of the wealthy {spoken} Will stain the streets To flow in rivers Around my lady’s feet The crowds are lining the route to madame’s steps To please the ma**es, I’ll pay my last respects I’ll surrender to her shining knife Born of noble blood was my only crime (CHORUS) Victory Victory Victory