The Scourge of God by The Heretic Order Lyrics
Sancte matris ecclesie damnatis
Sancte matris ecclesie criminibus
They said he walked at night time, an evil spawned from hell
The gloom and mist his sunshine, he'll wear their skin to bed
He loves to play the children, to tear their flesh his aim
Though he seems crowned in glory, a demon lurks inside
He's the ripper the scourge of god
He's the fallen the poison one
He fought along the angel, the maid of France who burned
He ripped the heart of lions, the end of war his curse
They say the church devoted, to stain his name in blood
The rack forced his confession, betrayed his soul through pain
He's the ripper the scourge of god
He's the fallen the poison one
Sancte matris ecclesie damnatis
Sancte matris ecclesie criminibus
Sancte matris ecclesie damnatis
Sancte matris ecclesie criminibus
Criminibus vestries deos
Gilles de Rais this year of our lord 1440
You are condemn by the holy mother church
For the crimes against god
This story ends in darkness, who really knows the truth
A devil robed in madness, a hero drowned by fate
We will never know what's real, for gain all men are insane
And so we dwell in sadness this tale reflects our world
He's the ripper the scourge of god
He's the fallen the poison one
Sancte matris ecclesie criminibus
They said he walked at night time, an evil spawned from hell
The gloom and mist his sunshine, he'll wear their skin to bed
He loves to play the children, to tear their flesh his aim
Though he seems crowned in glory, a demon lurks inside
He's the ripper the scourge of god
He's the fallen the poison one
He fought along the angel, the maid of France who burned
He ripped the heart of lions, the end of war his curse
They say the church devoted, to stain his name in blood
The rack forced his confession, betrayed his soul through pain
He's the ripper the scourge of god
He's the fallen the poison one
Sancte matris ecclesie damnatis
Sancte matris ecclesie criminibus
Sancte matris ecclesie damnatis
Sancte matris ecclesie criminibus
Criminibus vestries deos
Gilles de Rais this year of our lord 1440
You are condemn by the holy mother church
For the crimes against god
This story ends in darkness, who really knows the truth
A devil robed in madness, a hero drowned by fate
We will never know what's real, for gain all men are insane
And so we dwell in sadness this tale reflects our world
He's the ripper the scourge of god
He's the fallen the poison one