When Joan was burnt
He knew malevolence
At the heart of all
A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense
The throne he earnt
Through God's benevolence
Started his own fall
Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence
Here the stench, the gold events
The bold inventions of the will
Luxuries and splendours past the ken of mortal men
Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled
A Daemon sat upon the top of the world
Like a Herod over Genesis
They sand hosannas as his banners unfurled
Kissing terrors with paralysis
His brash canvas insulted the view
Moving heaven and earth to please the
Tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew
To assert the thirteenth Caesar
The 13th Caesar
Ichor kicked inside his veins
The 13th Caesar
War was licked for shame
The 13th Caesar
Sicker, but just as vein
The 13th Caesar
Gilles De Rais
When Joan was burnt
He knew malevolence
At the heart of all
He swore henceforth he would serve evil alone
Here the stench, the gold events
The insurrection of his will
Theatre and feasts past the ken of mortal men
Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled
A Daemon sat upon the top of the world
Like a Herod over genesis
Devils sand hosannas as his banners unfurled
Striking terror into menaces
Suetonius and Ovid
Filled his moonstruck dreams
With the purple of Rome
His Venus of arena-blood was dead
And he was storming home.
