Asphyx - Of Days When Blades Turned Blunt lyrics

according to this calender nine thermidor, year two age of the national razor humane ma**-murdering tool execurtioner's grinning as the axe comes down swift smooth separation off goes another crown thus kings and queens convicted like Marie-Antoinette her mug too in the basket by pulling the lunette sentenced by thousands under "la grande terreur" a dark tale of represson and the beheadings that occured pre-eminent symbol for blood the ma**es roar indomitable justice the crowd demanding more square of decapitations place de revolution where severed faces murmur of days when blades turned blunt