Screams of terror behind the walls
Chambers and vaults scenes of fright
Unspoken words of pain and dead
140 lives past his hands
Gille de Ray, perverted son, holy man
Into the crypts of Rays
Alluring children for his masses
Robbing and buying young souls
Sacrifice them to morbid demons
Satisfy his sexual lust
Gille de Ray
So this is for the morbid ones, the braveless and sick
Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs
Sexual offense and perverted rites
Watching them limp and die
Wizards and darkness, Gille dreams
Halfway came through
As a late medieval french marshall
Unrestrainted with endless ambitions
Personal guard for Jeanne d'Arc
The rising of his soul to God
Gille de Ray
Overdone mysticism
And desperate satanism
Are just one small step apart
There is no human scheme in the beyond
