Eclipsing violent centuries  Like a dark scar over France  Enter the nascent Gilles De Rais  A warrior and a scholar  He fought for Joan Of Arc  Before she met with martyrdom in flames    Far from Faerytale  A deathshead in his sail  A light that would not fail  Beneath her spell  But the crucifix was veiled  When his decadence prevailed  In a drench of red regaled  He was shat out of hell    Shat out of hell    Frozen in iniquity  A Passion for awe in age of grief  His wealth and power led him on  To the tainted gates of Babylon    Born beneath the howling stars  In a shower of golden Lys  A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth  Torn between extremes of faith  The pious and the priests  He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat    Far from faerytale  The coffin and the nail  Descending to the pale  Under the spell  Of alchemists who failed  To clench the menstrual grail  In a drench of red regaled  He was shat out of hell    Shat out of hell    Grown so morbid without war  The wine corrupted, nightmares spored  His lord's betrayal, played no more  He beat upon the Devil's door    Demanding pleasures to replace  Joan of Arc, her epic grace  Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth  And when she died, his life of pride  Was lost to God and in his crimes  He turned to raising Satan with the proof    Soon nightly, unsightly  Offerings were made on a vulgar altar  And slowly, but surely  The darkness answered like a falling star    Far from faerytale  Insanity exhaled  A full-blown winter gale  Under it's spell  Innocents assailed  Were entered and impaled  In a drench of red regaled  He was shat out of hell    Shat out of hell    Perverse, seductive, cruel as skin  An egotist, he mourned  Both war and glory, schooled to win  Whatever bored imagination spawned.    these lyrics are submitted by Jaki54321