A last few words to be heard by all
Just so someone might recall
A young country guillotined
A sight like none ever seen
Wait just a minute and my noise will subdue
As another heart is called to it’s doom
A farmer, a peasant a widow they call
To give their lives for one and all and
With a cheer for the red gleaming ax,
Another head is thrown down at last.
Soon your life shall come to this stage
And you too shall fade away
No child, no woman, no family shall show
Their fear and hate of the guillotines row
And if a tear or sorrow is shed
La guillotine will strike them dead.
Revenge and hate spread more and more
As the piles of heads on the countries’ floor.
Not even the baby shall be free
For France shall be hit by La Guillotine.
Now I shall lay down my head
On this a cold, blood shed bed
And as the shining blade comes down,
I wear a red, bloodshed gown.
You will come just as I
to feed the thirst of La Guillotine.
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