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!