The Hellish things
that dwell on the Earth
that kills the brothers
and hangs the sisters

They walk me to
the guillotine
to sever me at the neck
and bleach the land red

For the horrid thing
that plagues the Earth
has a wreached name
is spoils make the nations fall
more then before

The two leged cratures
that purforms this
Hellish play
are worse then
the demons in hell

As they walk me to
the stage
in witch my blood will stain
I morn the fellow things
that perform the play
we call man kind

For it is not
the widows or
the man at his side
but the children
whos fathers and brothers
who now lay there dead
staining the land red
but that isn't what I morn the most

For I do not fear
Death or the guillotine
but the men that
run the world

For the children
of today
are the soldirs
and leaders
of the world
tomarrow

Oh! woe is the
prospect of what
they inherit
of the land they
might own
is poisoned by
the hand of the grave

srteeming down deep
in the roots of
their inicent minds
is not peace
but of war

Cursed are the weached
woremongles that
dwell in war

For the path
they tread
only leads to immortal sin and
eturnal damnation

I pray the lord
Have mercy now
uppon htese
stupid beasts

But now as
I watch the
audiance gleam
at the death
on the guillotine