Into The Crypts Of Rays - Celtic Frost

Years of plead, behind the walls

Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright

Unspoken Words, in pain and dread

140 lives passed his hands

Gilles De Rais… the perverted son

The holy man… hanged by nobility

Into The Crypts of Rays…

Alluring children for his masses

Robbing and buying young souls

Sacrifice to morbid demons

Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust

Gilles De Rais… the perverted son

The holy man… hanged by nobility

Into The Crypts of Rays…

«So this is for the morbid one

The braveless and sick

Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs

Sexual offence and perverted rites

Watching them limp and die…

Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams

Halfway came true…»

As a late medieval’s French marshall

Unrestrained, with endless ambitions

Personal guard for Jeanne D’Arc

…the rising of his soul to god…

Gilles De Rais… the perverted son

The holy man… hanged by nobility

Into The Crypts of Rays…

Overdone Mystism and

Desperate Satanism (Ha!)

Are just one small step apart

There’s no human scheme in the beyond…

Gilles De Rais… the perverted son

The holy man… hanged by nobility

Into The Crypts of Rays…