Celtic Frost - Into The Crypt Of Rays Lyrics
Years of plead, behind the wallsChambers and vaults, Scenes of frightUnspoken Words, in pain and dread140 lives passed his handsGilles De Ray's... the perverted sonThe holy man... hanged by nobilityInto The Crypts of Rays...Alluring children for his massesRobbing and buying young soulsSacrifice to morbid demonsSatisfy his repulsive sexual lustGilles De Ray's... the perverted sonThe holy man... hanged by nobilityInto The Crypts of Rays..."So this is for the morbid one,The braveless and sickShivering laughter shrilled through the tombsSexual offence and perverted ritesWatching them limp and die...Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreamsHalfway came true..."As a late medieval's French marshallUnrestrained, with endless ambitionsPersonal guard for Jeanne D'Arc...the rising of his soul to god...Gilles De Ray's... the perverted sonThe holy man... hanged by nobilityInto The Crypts of Rays...Overdone Mystism andDesperate Satanism (Ha!)Are just one small step apartThere's no human scheme in the beyond...Gilles De Ray's... the perverted sonThe holy man... hanged by nobilityInto The Crypts of Rays...
