Morbid Glory (gilles De Rais 1404-1440) Lyrics - Ancient Rites

As a hero into battle 

At the side of Joan of Arc 

Glorious Marshalls of France 

Gilles de Rais 

You were the one to insult 

an important priest 

Never afraid to face the enemy 

However when the night longs 

for Him shadows on the wall 

reflect scenes which cannot 

bare the light of day 

Appreciating aesthetic art and Alchemy 

But the most vile thoughts 

and desires poison his mind 

As a true Emperor of Lust 

Raping and slaughtering little boys, 

like a romance of Death kissing 

a decapitated Child's head 

But his end was approaching 

(so was) Execution but no fear 

He showed as (once) into battle