• On his knees
    And forced to be blind
    Breathing copper air

    He makes no pleas
    To those left behind
    Brave Jehan Prouvaire

    He lived for revolution
    And spoke words of gold
    Blood covers clothes and hair

    He was part of the solution
    Believed what he was told
    Word master Jehan Prouvaire

    He shouts as if confessing
    Before the coming night
    The break his stride was a dare

    To deny what he's professing
    Knew that he was in the right
    Noble Jehan Prouvaire

    A shot rang out
    as if angels sing
    The executioner does not care

    The dead man's friends shout
    and the echoes ring -
    the final words of Jehan Prouvaire