He once fed the scaffold On Revolution Square, But now the crowds cackle At his skull shaved bare, At his shirt torn and bloody From the bullet in his jaw, At his hands worn and muddy From years burying the Law. The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor. Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown.
They called him "Incorruptible," The Prince of Anarchy, But all men grow tyrannical At the reins of liberty. The guillotine is power, Its steel a despot's rage; Blood rains down in showers When democracy's a cage.
The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor.
Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown.
He tries to speak his final words But his mouth drips off its hinge. The flesh, ravaged by the birds, Makes even soldiers cringe. On a plank his body's laid, The wood dampened by his fear; The lever's pulled, a falling blade, And all the people cheered.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
