March to the Guillotine - Ignitor

The heads of those who’ve sinned are spiked upon the gate

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here

A dog’s death shall be your fate

March march march march march march

To the guillotine!

March march march march march march

To the guillotine!

The blade is coming down, your life’s about to end

Despite your daily prayers,

the church is not your friend You live to see your

death, picked up and turned around Then cast away like

chaff to rot upon the ground

I fear thee not, for I am the heathen soul

Eternal pain does not await me

My death shall set me free.

March march march march march march

To the guillotine!

March march march march march march

To the guillotine!

The blade is coming down, your life’s about to end

Despite your daily prayers,

the church is not your friend You live to see your

death, picked up and turned around Then cast away like chaff…

March march march march march march

To the guillotine!

(repeat 4 times)