English translation of one of the songs from Takarazuka’s production of the Broadway musical.

Chauvelin:
I was raised in a gutter of the slums
Treated like a stray mongrel
But those who stepped over me
The noblewomen who sneered at me
Will now come under the judgement of God
The god of vengeance smiles
And throws a bouquet stained red with blood
With a dully gleaming blade
She kisses the traitors
Can you hear it? The death god’s serenade
The blade slides down
Madame Guillotine
She hungers for blood
Sate yourself! Madame Guillotine

Robespierre:
All those who speak against the Revolution
Will be purged! Mercy’s no longer needed
To realize our grand design
We need a sacrifice

All:
Traitors have no right to live
It’s coming down
The blade of Madame Guillotine
Shh! It’s the sound
Of the world being overturned
She hungers for blood
Sate yourself! Madame Guillotine
She hungers for blood
Madame Guillotine

St. Cyr:
O Lord, see
The madness of this age
Someday your retribution will come

Chauvelin & Chorus:
Please listen
To our cries
The souls that hunger for blood
Sate yourself! Madame Guillotine
The souls that hunger for blood
Behold our Goddess!
Madame Guillotine