The 13th Caesar

When Joan was burnt

He knew malevolence

At the heart of all

A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense

The throne he earnt

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 sand 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 13th Caesar

Ichor kicked inside his veins

The 13th Caesar

War was licked for shame

The 13th Caesar

Sicker, but just as vein

The 13th 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

Devils sand hosannas as his banners unfurled

Striking terror into menaces

Suetonius and Ovid

Filled his moonstruck dreams

With the purple of Rome

His Venus of arena-blood was dead

And he was storming home.