Текст песни Старый склеп - Эшафот

Who needs your remorse
When will they lead you to execution ?!
Let the crowd king and retinue
He will enjoy your death
After all, the code of the executioners reads iron:
“Cut that head under the ax”
Feel free to put your neck under the blade
And don’t think what will happen next!

Drag thousands of devils
For the fun of kings
Separate the spirit from the body
Lush heads chopping down

Fear spreads across the scaffold
And the queen will let her scarf go
Having read the sentence over your head
The judge laughs under the drum roll!
Death comes only once
Try to meet her with dignity
After all, a gray-haired artist of fate,
Fills your canvas with blood

Saturate the eyes wanting to see
The way your head falls off
Hey executioner, substitute the basket
So that what you chop fell there!
Let the faces of your traitors bleed
And never wash off!
And the pride in my eyes froze forever
Your head rolls across the scaffold!