Misanthrope - Revisionist | Текст песни

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I will tell you the reserve
Of a three thousand year old French people
For whom freedom was a gift
But what of it now?

They make us believe
Unacceptable suppositions
Illusions of wisdom
On our past I scream revision
We must re-examine everything
Intolerable adaption
Defamation of our history
In the name of my people I say no!

I'm revisionist
Of the democracy's lies
Re-read together their lords
Only one voice: it's tyrannical
I saw the blood of my brothers run
For the colours of our standart
Poisoned equality
Heads will fall down

And if "the oath of the tennis-court"
Was just a deceit
And if the human rights
Were never inscribed

Revisionist
Under the flag of truth
Idealist persecution
Heads will fall down
Revisionist
Stand up for liberty
Machiavellian perversion
Heads will roll

Your knowledge is not my truth
A wind of revolt's blowing at last
Re-open the rpison of "La Bastille"
Slide the guillotine's blade

I will tell you the reserve
Of a three thousand year old French people
For whom freedom was a gift
But with insurrection their blood

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