Paroles de At The Guillotine

Look into my eyes I'm the headsman Leave your hopes beyond No redemption for the deceiver This is the altar, kneel before it Above your head hangs down the mirror Spectrum of guile, ruthless truth Towards your neck runs the avid blade Tastes impious flesh slides through you, cut Purify the soul you believe in it Satisfy the men's lust to see you die Give them all they want Celebrate their wish to see you suffer as you made them suffer Beg them to forgive even if you repent Your committed blames, your insolent lies Fall before the people you have oppressed in your life Servants kept in a complete betrayed state of mind Catharsis in hate, suffer for your mortal "sins" in this mundane limbo Clemency has gone for oppressors, razor purifying, your redemption King, rule on this new reign King, dominate the crowd again Majesty once more, order without shame But they won't obey, raising up their heads They won't serve you anymore What the blade awaits is my command Hear what the crowd scream No compassion for the oppressor This is the altar, fall before them Cut the noble head Cut, make the blue blood shed As prize his head Cut, for the men