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Date of issue: 23.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt |
Awaking in a sweat |
Forsaking pleasure for regret |
Another night of blight had slowly passed |
The morning skies once fresh and bright |
Darkened down no near twilight |
Once could smell the end of days were coming fast |
Gilles wandered as in purgatory |
Beyond the grave of his estate |
Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry |
Were present save projected hatred |
He knew suspicion, he felt derision |
And grief like a sharpened stake |
Pierce his heart, and now the start |
Of his unknitting began to take |
Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? |
He thought his soul exempt |
From guilt and doubt, there"s no way out |
Ten leagues beneath contempt |
(He drank an ocean «ing Joan the maiden |
A vampire"s pious rant |
His hot blood stank of devotion laden |
With bias for love"s covenant) |
Awaking in a sweat |
Forsaking pleasure for regret |
His choired chapel sighed with his laments |
As accusations reached a roar |
Investigations breached the door |
He put up nothing save his favours in defense |
The Church stirred in it"s Roman lair |
The grease had long been spent |
Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there |
Ten leagues beneath contempt |
Just one fa lter |
One misplaced deed |
And Gilles would be undone |
As he teetered on the verge of defeat |
Profaning God"s altar |
Bursting in on evening Mass |
He threatened there to crucify the priest |
Drunk on fiery wine |
With the storm lashing behind |
He then threw this Philistine |
To his foulest dungeon |
And money owed or not |
The Priest released or left to rot |
His blatant sacrilege begot |
A war machine of papal Rome |
They came for him in mourning splendour |
With the blessing of the Saints |
His fawning grin in sweet surrender |
A lesson in enforced restraint |
He knew suspicion, he felt derision |
And fear like a sharpened stake |
Pierce his heart, and now the start |
Of his unknitting began to take |
He thought courts bought with golden crowns |
Rich Bishops he could tempt |
But traitor"s gate was sought and found |
Ten leagues beneath contempt |
Ten leagues beneath contempt |