Once Falls the Guillotine Songtext
von Tombs

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

The brutal conscience
Of the proud machine
The final caress
Metal the guillotine

Stoic the shackles of doubt
Eyes growing cold
Embracing oblivion
Creaming foretold


Defying calm of incontent
Eyes growing cold
Questions of eternity
The triumphant return to the fold

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

The rope related bleaches hate
The two cents has begun
A manual blade for nobles
Has its alike in one stroked cut