Marquise De Brinvilliers
Lyrics
Deflowered at the age of seven
Raped by a domestic
Incest with your two brothers
Mental traumatism
Neglected by the passion
Indignation, deceptions
The knight of « Sainte Croix »
Will be your comforter
By blood you will swear the vengeance
You murder with cynicism and ferocity
The sick of the office taste the arsenic
Familial hecatomb guaranteed
Eight months to kill your father
Receiving his softness
To which you answer with double doses of poison
To get his inheritance
Beheaded blindfolded
Your head and your trunk will end at the stake
Burn burn Marquise De Brinvilliers
Your ashes in the wind
By the crowd you will be breathed
Your secret lover will be revealed
Your case full of mysteries is found
Containing the evidences of your guilt
Louis Fourteenth requests a warrant
Condemned by absentia
Hounded by « la Reynie »
Subject to the ordinary question
You will suffer the water torture
Kneeled and humiliated
Your hair will be cut
Your sweet face full of tenderness
Contemplated by the Place of Grève
With tears in their eyes
The crowd is moved and aware
You will be cleansed from
Your impious soul
By the sword of the hangman
Redemption will strike
Beheaded blindfolded
Your head and your trunk will end at the stake
Burn burn Marquise De Brinvilliers
Your ashes in the wind
By the crowd you will be breathed
Raped by a domestic
Incest with your two brothers
Mental traumatism
Neglected by the passion
Indignation, deceptions
The knight of « Sainte Croix »
Will be your comforter
By blood you will swear the vengeance
You murder with cynicism and ferocity
The sick of the office taste the arsenic
Familial hecatomb guaranteed
Eight months to kill your father
Receiving his softness
To which you answer with double doses of poison
To get his inheritance
Beheaded blindfolded
Your head and your trunk will end at the stake
Burn burn Marquise De Brinvilliers
Your ashes in the wind
By the crowd you will be breathed
Your secret lover will be revealed
Your case full of mysteries is found
Containing the evidences of your guilt
Louis Fourteenth requests a warrant
Condemned by absentia
Hounded by « la Reynie »
Subject to the ordinary question
You will suffer the water torture
Kneeled and humiliated
Your hair will be cut
Your sweet face full of tenderness
Contemplated by the Place of Grève
With tears in their eyes
The crowd is moved and aware
You will be cleansed from
Your impious soul
By the sword of the hangman
Redemption will strike
Beheaded blindfolded
Your head and your trunk will end at the stake
Burn burn Marquise De Brinvilliers
Your ashes in the wind
By the crowd you will be breathed
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