As a hero into battle
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At the side of Joan of Arc
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Glorious Marshalls of France
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Gilles de Rais
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You were the one to insult
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an important priest
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Never afraid to face the enemy
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However when the night longs
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for Him shadows on the wall
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reflect scenes which cannot
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bare the light of day
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Appreciating aesthetic art and Alchemy
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But the most vile thoughts
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and desires poison his mind
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As a true Emperor of Lust
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Raping and slaughtering little boys,
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like a romance of Death kissing
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a decapitated Child's head
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But his end was approaching
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(so was) Execution but no fear
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He showed as (once) into battle
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Morbid Glory (Gilles De Rais 1404-1440)
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Ancient Rites |