Tombs Once Falls The Guillotine
Crystalline time expands
Frozen cold
Condemned, marching toward the void
Pulse pounding, emptiness unfolds
Ethereal mystery
Sharpened steel shall rise from the shroud
Strained echoes across eternity
Unnoticed by the crowd
For your sins, the sentence is passed
Life is forfeit
For your crimes, the sentence is death
Justice, callous, swift
Disbelief devolves into dread
Life is forfeit
An omen ominous
The angled blade rises
Prepare the ritual
An invitation of death on display
A morbid spectacle
An invitation of death on display
Prepare the ritual
An invitation of death on display
A morbid spectacle
An invitation of death on display
Glistening in horror
Singular in purpose
Standing as an altar
To the glory of death
