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