OffWithTheirHeads

A crown adorns his face

With wretched judgement

Emblems of royalty have vanished

Suburbs are infested

Now facing the blade

Up in the crimson sky

Facing the blade

Facing the war in the mind of the sane

I am crawling back to the source of wisdom

Of wisdom

And we'll make him fall

Fall as his throne crumbles

We'll make them collapse

Under the rising sun

For all to see

That their structures are taken down

New utopists

Your dreams died tonight

You the people

Your dreams died tonight

You've built so many reasons to believe the lie

No wonder why with theses wolves behind your back

This is the last time you'll ever see the sun

You realize your mistakes

As it now seems impossible to get rid of your misery

This is the the last time you will ever see the sun.