When Joan was burnt  He knew malevolence  At the heart of all  A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense    The throne he earnt  Through God's benevolence  Started his own fall  Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence    Here the stench, the gold events  The bold inventions of the will  Luxuries and splendours past the ken of mortal men  Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled    A Daemon sat upon the top of the world  Like a Herod over Genesis  They sand hosannas as his banners unfurled  Kissing terrors with paralysis    His brash canvas insulted the view  Moving heaven and earth to please the  Tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew  To assert the thirteenth Caesar    The 13th Caesar  Ichor kicked inside his veins  The 13th Caesar  War was licked for shame  The 13th Caesar  Sicker, but just as vein  The 13th Caesar  Gilles De Rais    When Joan was burnt  He knew malevolence  At the heart of all  He swore henceforth he would serve evil alone    Here the stench, the gold events  The insurrection of his will  Theatre and feasts past the ken of mortal men  Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled    A Daemon sat upon the top of the world  Like a Herod over genesis  Devils sand hosannas as his banners unfurled  Striking terror into menaces    Suetonius and Ovid  Filled his moonstruck dreams  With the purple of Rome    His Venus of arena-blood was dead  And he was storming home.    these lyrics are submitted by Jaki54321