The moon wax in the horizon,
From the space cosmic the mist of the nightfall,
A sorcerer of carnal ferocity and the sadism wild
Your spirit possesses the eternal blaze in an cascade of impurity,
Beyond the eyes arise at a forest a dark temple of shadows
Master of the power sinister of the alchemy singed at a chapel,
In the days of all sancts a chant
Under the sexual inferno in your lasr circle
A black serenity and a diabolical hate run in your veins
A sorcerer devotee of the damned and the guardian of the lights of cruelty
During eight years, thousands of sancts and children are violated
Before the supremacy and fidelity to Baphomet,
The carnal pleasure is awake for the poetic feeling,
Holy inquisitors - eternal silence
Gilles de Rais, into the flame of the malice,
Gilles de Rais, into the malicious dream
Gilles de Rais, rise!
Gillesde Rais, rise!
Gilles de Rais.
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