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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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