Versailles 1789
They would have us starve and fall as weeds afar beyond garden walls
The fated number won't disturb their slumber nor will our wretched calls
All around fury unfleeting
Hear the sound of drums a beating
We have struggled yet we will succeed
And all that will be
Left to do is watch them bleed
Watch our masters bleed
Powers unforseen like the gasolene seeping to the flame
Cherchez le femme at the very end remember my name