Gilles De Rais (&Quot;Le Bon Sire&Quot;) - текст песни
Gilles De Rais (&Quot;Le Bon Sire&Quot;)
One great french marshal, Gilles de Laval
Killed the innocent children
In the name of Demon,
Evil Count Of Brienne,
Who possessed by Satan
Enjoyed and reveled on the Orgy of Blood
Orgy in Blood was the biggest pleasure
For the Count Of Pederasty
Oh, Gilles de Rais, "Le bon sire"
Poor children of serfs
(for whom cried their mothers)
Died in awful castles
And these were their caskets
Gilles de Rais was rich,
But he ran into debt
because of his fantastic luxuries,
Therefore this count
Evoked the devil
And he slayed by Demonolatry
In the marshal's manor-houses
the devil-worship and black-art
were bred and prospered
By this pederast and his conjurer,
Francesco Prelati
Before the engagement of italian deceiver
Count Of Brienne massacred the children of beggars
And he laughed their spittings of blood
Oh, base Gilles de Rais, Oh, mean Count Of Sodomy
Children of serfs
(for whom cried their mothers)
Were Victimized by knight (Sodomite)
Oh, the children! Oh, the guiltless children!
The Count Of Arrogance, Gilles de Laval
Confessed on the Trial all his sins,
The Baron of Impertinence, Gilles de Rais
Slaughtered because of his culpable lust
The God-forsaken Squire committed forty murders,
For that very reason his name (and his gloriole)
Were blemished forever
By Blood of Innocent children
One mournful autumn day the guilty marshal (Gilles de Rais)
Perished for his atrocious sins (and his gory shame)
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