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 Gilles's men
Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille
Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside
Brittle angels out to pasture 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 superstitious 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 close death for it's bedmuck
p****les in wait, thanking her spies
Trickling thighs her only hiccup
And though she walks the forest trails
She's far from Perrault's faerytales
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 d***ed
Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
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 moonsttuck 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 theit exit
A libertine so grim
Sometimes tore them limb from limb
Slitting their throats
p****** on graves
Jesus saves but the devil made him
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 Gilles's men
Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille
Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside
Brittle angels out to pasture 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 superstitious 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 close death for it's bedmuck
p****les in wait, thanking her spies
Trickling thighs her only hiccup
And though she walks the forest trails
She's far from Perrault's faerytales
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 d***ed
Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
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 moonsttuck 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 theit exit
A libertine so grim
Sometimes tore them limb from limb
Slitting their throats
p****** on graves
Jesus saves but the devil made him
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum