So potent was the star under which I was born
That I have done what no one in the world has done
No one can ever do

Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum
Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum

All Saints Day, the taint of rain
Blood and mud and thunder all the same
To those who close their ranks to Gille's men

Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille
Creatures of the dark creeping
Up and down the countryside
Little angels out to pastume once again

Torture garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic, this erotica
Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur

So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
That the superstitions grew
Wise to the wolves that surprised their children
Gagged in sacks and dragged back to

Tiffauges
It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger
Lifting her veil, spinning her lies
Tender eyes, never ending danger

It grows
A rose that chose death for it's bed muck
Prickles in wait thanking her spies
Trickling thighs her only hiccup

And though she walks the forest trails
She's far from innocent or frail
She leads them down the path
Where darkness dwells

That night is rife with celebration the tower sings
Where so much foul illumination strikes a lighthouse for the things
That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram
Mid sour dreams, a beauty pageant for the gathering damned
Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams

Torture garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic, this erotica
Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur

So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
In this castle of loup garou
When moonstruck veins inflamed, deranged on
A parcel of victims now tied to

Tiffauges
Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic
Cherubim forced, naked and blind
A holocaust mind designed their exit

A libertine so grim
Sometimes tore them limb from lim
Slitting their throats, pissing on graves
Jesus saves but the devil made him

Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum
Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum
Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum
Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum