The Rally of Don Jacobin

We clamored down dark alleyways
Claimed by the rats and congregated
As was clearly dictated in letters that we burned.
Four star generals, wide eyed youths,
All starving for their executions
Stood in support of ideals
We held indside that vault
"La Revolution" hung upon the lips of every perrson in the city
Let's employe the guillotine so we can live again
Down we decend, mes amis, deep into our darkest prayers:
To behead the dreamers and to guide them through the pain
Salut, my friends enlightend kin, merci beaucoup.
You have come here because you wish to level the bastille
You've heard of the atrocities tkane place within those walls
I'd say justice is worth a life or two
"La Revolution" hung upon the lips of every perrson in the city
Let's employe the guillotine so we can live again
Down we decend, mes amis, deep into our darkest prayers:
To behead the dreamers and to guide them through the pain
Do we desrve to be free?
Opressive times for bourgeoisie...
Now, now we rise
To rescue all those too afraid to act
Cauterize
The wounds the were formed by the order on throne.
Destroy and dispel
Take him from his hell.
We'll draw you an anarchy, mon ami.
Accept this key to set you free
You'll live on to haunt the dreams
Like miseratti and Nonchalant,
Dormio, Priamides.
You'll be free, just think ole' Don Jacobin