There is a country of waste, blood and slime where so many hearts will tragically succumb and soon this country is the property of the realm of death. From this country’s past a pitch-black ghost flag rises and on it appears a guillotine and skull looking down at this country’s fall and behold it is her own pure noble blood that was spilt here once upon a time, yes the blueprint of Jacob-Israel’s blue blood that will rejoice over this fall.

For France time has moved on over centuries, but the revenge of Marie-Antoinette has never perished in the dust in her spilt blood and her husband, the dumb locksmith, holds the key to the lower world, yes the realm of death and a voice answers, behold it is his bright moment, the time of his righteous revenge.

So listen to the call of the spilt-blood of long-forgotten murdered nobles that would never depart from this country’s surface and therefore mixed blood will now bring down the birthplace of ‘human rights’, while a pitch-black ghost flag with a guillotine and scull on it will appear victoriously over France.