When Joan was burnt

He knew malevolence

At the heart of all

A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense

The throne he earned

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 sang 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 thirteenth Caesar

Ichor kicked inside his veins

The thirteenth Caesar

War was licked, for shame

The thirteenth Caesar

Sicker, but just as vain

The thirteenth 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

They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled

Striking terror intro menaces



Suetonius and Ovid

Filled the moonstruck dreams

With the purple of Rome



His Venus of arena-blood was dead

And he was storming home