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Three hundred years and I was told the beginning of the end
And of the wealth of things to come in the writings of dead men
A poet's muse, a demons roost, a line so paper thin
A time when kings and paupers both would meet the guillotine
A time of broken promises floating in the din

The king was clothed with silken shirts, the poor had not a thing
Where death it ran like a rabid dog, the plague spread like the wind
The king would feast on such delights, meals fit for a king
At times he'd take a servant girl and no-one heard the screams
But thoughts of revolution they echoed in our dreams

Oh, the moment, the sweetness of it all
To sit in the lap of luxury and see the kings head roll
There is no time to hesitate, tomorrow we will storm the gate

The morning came, the soldiers fell for they were but a few
The people stormed the palace then, a rising from the sewer
A trumpet sounds, the poor rejoice, their lives to start anew
A short lived comfort for we know a tyranny it looms
For power takes the humblest man and greed it will consume

Oh, the moment, the sweetness of it all
To sit in the lap of luxury and see the kings head roll
Tonight we drink, we celebrate
Tomorrow it may be too late...

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