The Masses' Breakfast

An untouched meal
An open door, a shredded veil
Scrambled eggs and caviar
With the finest whine in a golden jar
A thousand footsteps
Swarmed around where the emperor slept
But those who went through famines
Are now feasting on the tsar's intestines!

No one shall be left behind
Shall take the hate out of our minds
Hunger we will feed

The tsar will be the masses' breakfast
The rise's hate shall make their tortures last!

A trail of blood
From the royal bed to where contempt and hate flood
They shall be tortured
Left to die, thrown to the vultures
A mass demanding
The royal family's beheading
Those who lived with death will now
Take the emperor's last breath

No one shall be left behind
Shall take the hate out of our minds
Hunger we will feed

The tsar will be the masses' breakfast
The rise's hate shall make their tortures last!