Текст песни Guillotine

Time of terror, winds of death extreme beheading with the sadists bourgeois Robespierre, the incorruptible, man of the people it kills to a Thermidor Girondins corrupted by the poison of Christ in the sea of the lamentation, the pain increases, Perforating death, I do not manage to feel the pain deep like the cut of the Guillotine Girondins and Jacobins on the God's veil attorneys of distressed justice discarded knowledge Hidden idealist, in the edge of the world Twilight of blood, this is the return of the guillotine. The way is you behead it, run for the desert of fire, and it is tortured by the Gods the dead creature is his rotting body his place was the guillotine Of the terrors, all chained by the dead man for madness of the " sophists ".