| Look into my eyes I’m the headsman
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| Leave your hopes beyond
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| No redemption for the deceiver
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| This is the altar, kneel before it
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| Above your head hangs down the mirror
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| Spectrum of guile, ruthless truth
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| Towards your neck runs the avid blade
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| Tastes impious flesh slides through you, cut
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| Purify the soul you believe in it
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| Satisfy the men’s lust to see you die
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| Give them all they want
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| Celebrate their wish to see you suffer as you made them suffer
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| Beg them to forgive even if you repent
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| Your committed blames, your insolent lies
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| Fall before the people you have oppressed in your life
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| Servants kept in a complete betrayed state of mind
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| Catharsis in hate, suffer for your mortal «sins» in this mundane limbo
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| Clemency has gone for oppressors, razor purifying, your redemption
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| King, rule on this new reign
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| King, dominate the crowd again
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| Majesty once more, order without shame
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| But they won’t obey, raising up their heads
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| They won’t serve you anymore
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| What the blade awaits is my command
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| Hear what the crowd scream
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| No compassion for the oppressor
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| This is the altar, fall before them
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| Cut the noble head
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| Cut, make the blue blood shed
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| As prize his head
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| Cut, for the men |