The Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror,

Whoever Finishes A Revolution Only Halfway, Digs His Own Grave.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

The Power Of The People And The Power Of Reason Are One.

I'll Know How To Die With Courage; That Is Easier Than Living.

Revolution Calls My Name. I Will Soon Dwell In Nothingness, And My Name Will Be In The Pantheon Of History.