1789
Avarice
Mortal kings and queens
Consume the product of a country for their selfish needs
The hatred grows for the king now
Whatever will they do when they nothing of their own fears
It's hilarious to watch them cry and beg
The screaming of men, lets do it again, the greed
Raging crowds and unknown bounds
Can't you see you weaponized the mob that will seal your fate
Load the guillotine with the heads of kings and queens
We will march along with hate
Monarchs will learn to fear the herd, that they all disdain
Burn the fucking walls down
This is the end of your reign
Don't you beg again
Burn down, the walls are caving in
Never again will you run to Palace Versailles
Screaming from the windows
Children running from the horrors that lay before them
Will there be justice for the fallen
Brothers take arms
And follow me into war against the men that demand our blood
Countrymen, the revolution has begun
Your king has abandoned you
Ramparts crumble upon a tattered field
Dazzling axes thrown by a hungry man
Caught in the neck of the foolish knight in the way
The bastille rumbles, with the screams of orphaned sons
Abhorrent factions, divided by the tax of the poor
Frantically waving their swords and shields, a hopeless act
Collecting powders of sulfur and graphite grain
The fuel of the mission, the fuel of the coalition
Mortal kings and queens
Consume the product of a country for their selfish needs
The hatred grows for the king now
Whatever will they do when they nothing of their own fears
It's hilarious to watch them cry and beg
The screaming of men, lets do it again, the greed
Raging crowds and unknown bounds
Can't you see you weaponized the mob that will seal your fate
Load the guillotine with the heads of kings and queens
We will march along with hate
Monarchs will learn to fear the herd, that they all disdain
Burn the fucking walls down
This is the end of your reign
Don't you beg again
Burn down, the walls are caving in
Never again will you run to Palace Versailles
Screaming from the windows
Children running from the horrors that lay before them
Will there be justice for the fallen
Brothers take arms
And follow me into war against the men that demand our blood
Countrymen, the revolution has begun
Your king has abandoned you
Ramparts crumble upon a tattered field
Dazzling axes thrown by a hungry man
Caught in the neck of the foolish knight in the way
The bastille rumbles, with the screams of orphaned sons
Abhorrent factions, divided by the tax of the poor
Frantically waving their swords and shields, a hopeless act
Collecting powders of sulfur and graphite grain
The fuel of the mission, the fuel of the coalition
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