Peasants subjected unto sadistic laws
Killed, caged, beaten, or simply worked to death
The most faithful of those that are serving
Have always been served with deception
Oppressed minds, have realigned
And on this night, the king will die
Torches gather as day turns to night
Those betrayed have begun to fight
Nobles slayed, by their own
In the wake, they'll be Dethroned
Within these walls, their heads will roll as the guillotine falls
Lifeless eyes staring off as their heads pile high
What was the first in line is now last to die
The crowd gives praise as they remove his insides
The next to step in line, and conspires to be great
But what he does not know, the throne will seal his fate