1789 - The Soulbreaker Company

Oh seventeen eighty nine, hunger’s scream

The guillotine asks for a dusting, fix its blade

How many more kings are here to stay?

How many more heads upon the necks?

Today the king isn’t clean, bring a sponge

So we can clean all the blood from the lord

How many more kings are here to stay?

How many more heads upon the necks?

Oh seventeen eighty nine, citizens born

Let’s hope it lasts a hundred thousand million years

How many more kings are here to stay?

How many more kings are here to die?