Church bells ring through the morning fog, like a dinner bell calling the hungry dogs. From their homes, the masses come crawling, never to return, the blade starts falling. Blood drenches elated faces. Macabre display for all the ages. Squalid crowds of the necro-lusting, cheering for death, so disgusting. Kneel down—in the Guillotine. Face down—in the Guillotine. Single file, the damned wait to die. Black hoods conceal the tears in their eyes. Men without morals begging for solace. What was once man, now a headless carcass. Winds blows cold, you can see their final breath. Beheaded, by the axe-of-death. Kneel down—in the Guillotine. Face down—in the Guillotine. The last head falls yet they still scream for more. Intoxicated by this orgy of gore. Your body writhes as the nerve ends die. Decapitated for the crimes you deny.