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