[Narration by Doug Bradley]:
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"I conjure you
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Barron, Satan, Beelzebub
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By the father of the Son and the Holy Spirit
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By the Virgin Mary and all the saints
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To appear in person so you may speak to us
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And fulfill our desires
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Come at my bidding
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And I will grant you whatever you want
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However vile
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And the curtailing of my life"
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He would rise triumphant
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All done up
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On a plume of raven wings
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Trafficking with sycophants
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Sharing his cup
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Amidst other graver things
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Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head
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With the stench of pitch and myrrh
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The devout faded out but the pagan remained
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The candles burnt low and still nothing came
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Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race
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He would have his demon!
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He would have his vice!
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All save his soul was up for sacrifice!
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Despite their raising not a single hair
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Everything stank of witchcraft there
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From the stained chapel to the statued lawn
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In Caprineum on the lake
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To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn
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Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake
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He needed answers not advice
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Intending to devise
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A lengthy train of torture for the fool
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Who thought a seance would suffice
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Or sighted, furred in dragonflies
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The signature of Satan on a wall
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Sweetest Maleficia
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Sweetest Maleficia
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Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head
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With the stench of pitch and myrrh
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Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest
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Returning with a spider for the poisonous feast
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The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin
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His fingertips were scented with
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The tears from seraphim cheeks
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Part glamour and a hammer
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Cadaverous and glib
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Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks
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He would have his demon!
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He would have his gold!
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Out of control, Gilles' soul was sold
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Under mistletoe and the glistening snow
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Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviours
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[Narration by Doug Bradley]:
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"So I shall conjure thee
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Demons of the netherworld"
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The air was sick with trepidation
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Despair and desperation
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Then he fixed his covenant in blood
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Now all was rich and tapestried
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Fragrant wine to shitty mead
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His new world opened with a claret flood
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Time was right, this wretched night
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To etch the circles clear again...
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As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the stars
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So too Prelati brought the dark
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It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar
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Imbibed with fire
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They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars
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Entangled in a dream
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The mirrors full of steam
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He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through
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His last attempt to grasp at God
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Lay blackened in a holy fog
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And now there were only devils to pursue
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Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell
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Of Hell and her seductions
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The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by
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Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide
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Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers writhed
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Sweetest Maleficia
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Sweetest Maleficia
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Sweetest Maleficia
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Cradle Of Filth |