Charlotte Corday

I will do something about your writings
The deaths you caused, and the
Torment you profited from
You are the unholy enemy of our land
And I will use my hands to make sure you
Promote chaos no more

Fear me, leper
My name is the virgin dagger
And though I know that murder is wrong
I hope to take pride that I killed
Just one demagogue
To save the shed of blood
But not the wide ignorance
Of ten thousand folk

Europe is living under an illusion
That it is expelling religion
Europe will not be irreligious for long
Another religion will take over

(I am tired of being passive and sick at the state of my nation)
I don't live for myself
But I live that others may see
A beacon of righteousness through
Vengeance and holiness
The words of man say we are mighty
Still we are capable of monstrous and horrid things
Truth is we are dead in our sins

Too late for penance
I will watch you drown in your own blood
It won't be much longer
Before your worthless followers
Begin hunting me down
And I can see death coming
I can see it, it's imminent!
But I welcome it with open arms
Because I am willing to die so
That your portrait may be cause for scoff and charade
Don't you dare call me friend
Go back to hell where you now belong
Don't underestimate me
Don't underestimate me
I am the virgin

Don't underestimate me
Don't underestimate me
Don't underestimate me