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