Off With Their Heads

Shady prospects are slowly reaching from the bottom of the hill.
Greedy eyes are open wide. They´re here to share the thrill.
Her majesty´s destroyal palace, a fortress of pain and gain.
Their hope is the last thing to die. Bring on the accused and here it goes again.

Waiting for their execution. Their lives are them to take.
Shivering, blindfolded victims. They´re here for their last strake.
Trying to remember why they´re here and what they´ve done.
The tower bell is ringing while the deathsman’s on the run.

Sire! The morning sun comes out.
Liar! Their eyes look to the ground.
Denier! Advanced opinions pledged.
The guillotine is set. All the blades are edged.
Off with their heads!

So Miss Boleyn came hither to die, for according to the law.
And by the law she was judged to die,
therefore she´ll speak no more.
Oh death, be kind, rock her asleep, bring her to quiet rest.
Let pass her weary guiltless ghost out of her careful breast.

Sire! The morning sun comes out.
Liar! Their eyes look to the ground.
Denier! Advanced opinions pledged.
The guillotine is set. All the blades are edged.

(Solo Jan)
(Solo Matthes)

The day will come for the ravens to leave,
they will spread their wings and fly.
Great harm befalls the nation soon, and the king is going to die.
Finally, if you´re royal or not, take thy seat in the monarchs´ hall.
In the last hour a crumbled tower will introduce the empire´s fall.

Sire! The morning sun comes out.
Liar! Their eyes look to the ground.
Denier! Advanced opinions pledged.
The guillotine is set. All the blades are edged.

Sire! The morning sun comes out.
Liar! Their eyes look to the ground.
Denier! Advanced opinions pledged.
The guillotine is set. All the blades are edged.