You're safe, you're free
The aristocrats are now rotting in agony

Although that's what Rob said
The tension in the air said blood in crimson red

In the beginning there was joy and there were cheers
The totalist monarchy was dead, so only good feels

But Rob took over and terror came
Times were bad, as if in decay


"NEXT!"


Misery
Conflict
Paranoia
Fear

It was what lingered in the air
It won't be long till Rob's head will be...