Once Falls the Guillotine - 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