Grandier's Funeral Pyre Songtext / Lyric

A false diabolical part was written
In the name of Grandier and all the spawn of Hell
The love of women, the flower of virgins
The respect of Kings, honors, lust and charming spells
He will join us on our crusade
And sin by sin he'll become the Devil's blade
In noble mood, dignity the owned
As the sky was devoured by the funeral pyre His eyes were fiery and yet so hollow
Sixteen pints of water he was forced to swallow
But he did not kneel and vauntingly swore
In the gaze I see the eyes of Satan

Les Démons de Loudun