Like a dark scar over France
Enter the nascent Gilles De Rais
A warrior and scholar
He fought for Joan Of Arc
Before she met with martyrdom in flames
Far from faerytale
A deathshead on his sail
A light that would not fail
Beneath her spell
But the crucifix was veiled
When his decadence prevailed
In a drench of red regailed
He was shat out of hell
Shat out Hell
Frozen in iniquity
A passion for awe in an age of grief
His wealth and power led him on
To the tainted gates of Babylon
Born beneath the howling stars
In a shower of golden Lys
A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth
Torn between extremes of faith
The pious and the priests
He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat
Far from faerytale
The coffin and the nail
Descending to the pale
Under the spell
Of alchemists who failed
To clench the menstrual grail
In a drench of red regaled
He was shat out of Hell
Saht out of Hell
Grown so morbid without war
The wine corrupted, nightmares spored
His Lord's betrayal, played no more
He beat upon the Devil's door
Demanding pleasures to replace
Joan of Arc, her epic grace
Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth
And when she died, his life of pride
Was lost to God and in his crimes
He turned to raising Satan with the proof
Soon noghtly, unsightly
Offerings were made on a vulgar altar
And slowly, but surely
The darkness answered like a falling star
Far from faerytle
Insanity exhaled
A full-blown winter gale
Under it's spell
Innocents assailed
Were entered and impailed
In a drench of red regaled
He was shat out of Hell
Shat out of Hell
Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin
An egotist, he mourned
Both war and glory, schooled to win
Whatever bored imagination spawned
Eclipsing violent centuries Like a dark scar over France Enter the nascent Gilles De Rais A warrior and scholar He fought for Joan Of Arc Before she met with martyrdom in flames Far from faerytale A deathshead on his sail A light that would not fail Beneath her spell But the crucifix was veiled When his decadence prevailed In a drench of red regailed He was shat out of hell Shat out Hell Frozen in iniquity A passion for awe in an age of grief His wealth and power led him on To the tainted gates of Babylon Born beneath the howling stars In a shower of golden Lys A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth Torn between extremes of faith The pious and the priests He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat Far from faerytale The coffin and the nail Descending to the pale Under the spell Of alchemists who failed To clench the menstrual grail In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Saht out of Hell Grown so morbid without war The wine corrupted, nightmares spored His Lord's betrayal, played no more He beat upon the Devil's door Demanding pleasures to replace Joan of Arc, her epic grace Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth And when she died, his life of pride Was lost to God and in his crimes He turned to raising Satan with the proof Soon noghtly, unsightly Offerings were made on a vulgar altar And slowly, but surely The darkness answered like a falling star Far from faerytle Insanity exhaled A full-blown winter gale Under it's spell Innocents assailed Were entered and impailed In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin An egotist, he mourned Both war and glory, schooled to win Whatever bored imagination spawned Explain Request ×
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