on electric dis charge Pissing in contempt On the effigies of the weak Killing all resolve The great beast simmers, his scarlet women Spit their vitriol On
dark is rising? How will you keep from it's terrorizing? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from it's terrorizing? Burning was
: When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense The throne he earned Through God's benevolence Started
in the sand We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie We raise our devil horns
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and dark A paradise, a cradle free of filth She was chaste beyond all graces The face of faith illuminated More precious than Prelati's spell A Goddess
ran helter-skelter His bedchamber besieged By phantoms who sheltered In it's furs, remorse Sought to overwhelm him Like a lantern of disease That shone on
s profane station Threading lies like silver seas A seam stress for an amputee nation Wedded to depravities Devil to the metal Devil to the metal.... Devil
seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on
on the sanity side Banished from the lavish tracts of paradise From Heaven's shored poured to the sore divide The moon was black Devil may care Their
Narrator:] "When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder As flights of fallen angels wished me Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille's men
days When censers swung and banners hung On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it's moorings
s French marshall Unrestrained, with endless ambitions Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc ...the rising of his soul to god... Gilles De Ray's... The perverted
stars So too Prelati brought the dark It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar Imbibed with fire They fed him shredded infants on an altar full
disc track] When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense The throne he earned Through God's benevolence