At The Guillotine - Fleshgod Apocalypse

Look into my eyes I'm the headsman

Leave your hopes beyond

No redemption for the deceiver

This is the altar kneel before it

Above your head hangs down the mirror

Spectrum of guile ruthless truth

Towards your neck runs the avid blade

Tastes impious flesh slides through you cut

Purify the soul you believe in it

Satisfy the men's lust to see you die

Give them all they want

Celebrate their wish to see you suffer

As you made them suffer

Beg them to forgive even if you repent

Your committed blames your insolent lies

Fall before the people you have oppressed in your life

Servants kept in a complete betrayed state of mind

Catharsis in hate

Suffer for your mortal "sins" in this mundane limbo

Clemency has gone for oppressors razor purifying your redemption

King rule on this new reign

King dominate the crowd again

Majesty once more order without shame

But they won't obey raising up their heads

They won't serve you anymore

What the blade awaits is my command

Hear what the crowd scream

No compassion for the oppressor

This is the altar fall before them

Above your head hangs down the mirror

Spectrum of guile ruthless truth

Towards your neck runs the avid blade

Tastes impious flesh slides through you

Cut the noble head

Cut make the blue blood shed shed shed

As prize his head

Cut for the men