| Sancte matris ecclesie damnatis
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| Sancte matris ecclesie criminibus
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| They said he walked at night time, an evil spawned from hell
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| The gloom and mist his sunshine, he’ll wear their skin to bed
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| He loves to play the children, to tear their flesh his aim
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| Though he seems crowned in glory, a demon lurks inside
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| He’s the ripper the scourge of god
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| He’s the fallen the poison one
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| He fought along the angel, the maid of France who burned
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| He ripped the heart of lions, the end of war his curse
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| They say the church devoted, to stain his name in blood
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| The rack forced his confession, betrayed his soul through pain
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| He’s the ripper the scourge of god
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| He’s the fallen the poison one
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| Sancte matris ecclesie damnatis
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| Sancte matris ecclesie criminibus
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| Sancte matris ecclesie damnatis
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| Sancte matris ecclesie criminibus
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| Criminibus vestries deos
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| Gilles de Rais this year of our lord 1440
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| You are condemn by the holy mother church
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| For the crimes against god |