Winds cut down from the blade above
Weighted down & ready to cut
Waiting for the hooded man
To yank the rope
Waiting in limbo for the deciding blade
A custom crown to make the cut
Swift justice looms above you
Ready to judge
Kill the head and the body will die
Perish on the stainless steel of lies
The crimson reflection of your last breath
These last seconds of borrowed time
No time for your screams when the blade lays down the law
Remember the martyr on the chopping block
This is the year of the guillotine
The cycle of suffering will come to an end
But until then my blood will stain your hands
But soon this guillotine will avenge my death
Soon your head will join mine in this basket