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

Gille de Ray