Gilles De Rais Lyrics

Use the inferior
To your pleasure and disport
Raised to be superior
In your hand the shield and sword
What you've fought for
Brought you honour
But desires during wars
Made you seek your own whores
Used to take without regret
You found pleasure in peoples plead
Force your longing onto those
Unable to defend themselves
Use the inferior
To your pleasure and disport
Raised to be superior
In your hand the shield and sword
Feel fulfilled through their fear Spastics shaking palsy pain
Cripple them to make them stay
At your gruesome brutish way
Nothing sweeter than the scent
Of the breath of dying men
In their eyes the glimpse of dread
Makes you want to see them dead
Gilles de Rais
Instance of the human ghost
Shows when we seek the uttermost
Gilles de Rais
Example of the human mind
See him wish that you were blind
Nothing sweeter than the scent
Of the dying breath of men

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