Shat Out Of Hell

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 fairytale,
a deathshead on 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 an 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 fairytale,
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 fairytale,
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 sin, an egotist!
He mourned both, war and glory.

Schooled to win,
whatever bored imagination spawned!