| A blissful maid has pierced my heart
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| She’s feasted on my soul
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| A banquet made of flesh and bone
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| So I was dethroned
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| Like kings without shields and swords
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| Like bards without their chords
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| Now call the Ravens, light the fire
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| To rot in hell my curse
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| Besieged by the flames — by the church declaimed
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| Unholy will — pagan I die, as a pagan I lived
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| The sons of Grandier bade command
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| Hither to bring all the people from afar
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| The rich, the poor and the sick were gathered
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| Countless quite! |
| As the priest was a hero to their eyes
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| The wood smoke rose black over blaze
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| And blend was the roar of the fires in the sky
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| In heavy mood, misery they moaned
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| As the sky was devoured by the funeral pyre
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| «Mephistopheles bring wrath
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| Upon the ones who insult and stain the name of God
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| With vileness and greed
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| Upon the ones who torture and their cursed breed»
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| Before Decay’s abismal fingers
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| Brush against my brow
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| And sweep the lines where beauty lingers
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| I will pledge my vow
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| Of all the villains claimed to live
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| In chastity and need
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| «A thousand times into the fire»
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| The oath I now decree
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| Besieged by the flames — by the church declaimed
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| Unholy will — pagan I die, as a pagan I lived
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| A false diabolical pact was written
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| In the name of Grandier and all the spawn of Hell
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| «The love of women, the flower of virgins
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| The respect of Kings, honors, lust and charming spells»
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| «He will join us in our crusade
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| And sin by sin he’ll become the Devil’s blade»
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| In noble mood, dignity he owned
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| As the sky was devoured by the funeral pyre
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| His eyes were fiery and yet so hollow
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| Sixteen pints of water he was forced to swallow
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| But he did not kneel, and vauntingly swore:
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| «In thy gaze I see the eyes of Satan»
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| The sons of Grandier bade command
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| Hither to bring all the people from afar
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| The rich, the poor and the sick were gathered
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| Countless quite! |
| As the priest was a hero to their eyes
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| The wood smoke rose black over blaze
|
| And blend was the roar of the fires in the sky
|
| In heavy mood, misery they moaned
|
| As the sky was devoured by the funeral pyre
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| Les Démons de Loudun…
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| By the funeral pyre… |