1792 and the head falls

It's getting hard, it's getting cold
Keep walking through the city
I suffer well with all my doubts that drop on me some pity
Did I get it wrong this time
I feel the haze tread on me
I'm the yellow leaf that's dirty
Since '99 ,since '98 the one to point as guilty
Did I get it wrong this time

'Till my tears fall hot on you
I will stare and beg all the time
I will drop a curse on the flame
That is burning, that is burning me tonight
And I've got this pic of you
Through the letters that you denied
That reminds me of so much pain
That is wasting, that is wasting me inside

1792 and the head falls
I was the king, I was the king but no longer
You cut me off from your heart and it hurts now
You cut me off from your heart and I fall now