The fires are burning in the darkened streets Through the night I hear the sound of marching feet Revolution, is in the air Lock your doors, theyll be calling here (Chorus) Under the blade, madame guilotine Under the blade, d**h or victory For your treason it is the hand of fate We find you guilty for crimes against the state. Through the torchlight, to execution square How the crowds of faceless people cheer (CHORUS) (Middle 8){spoken} The blood of the wealthy {spoken} Will stain the streets To flow in rivers Around my ladys feet The crowds are lining the route to madames steps To please the ma**es, Ill pay my last respects Ill surrender to her shining knife Born of noble blood was my only crime (CHORUS) Victory Victory Victory