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Her head had to roll in the towersAnd the ravens there, they know it allCold-hearted little moth, shivered and frothedAs the knives cut her fleshAnd it rolled aroundFor a few secondsOn the groundAnd with a sigh, he walked awayI knowAnd it rolled aroundFor a few secondsOn the groundAnd with a sigh, he walked awayI knowNowThis obsolete crownWithout a handTo let you forgetOr regret what's been saidDecapitatedFade and inflameThe ribbons nowHow her last words goWhy excuse me executionerI stepped on your toeOh, with her headWe walked awayBut now we're the peopleNow we're the peopleWe follow the oneWhose voice is louderNow we're the peopleNow we're the peopleWe follow the oneWhose voice is louderNow we're the peopleNow we're the peopleWe follow the oneWhose voice is louderNow we're the peopleWe follow the oneWhose voice is louderNow we're the peopleNow we're the peopleWe follow the oneWhose voice is louderNow we're the peopleWe follow the oneWhose voice is louderLouder