Years of plead, behind the wallsnChambers and vaults, Scenes of frightnUnspoken Words, in pain and dreadn140 lives passed his handsnn[chorus]nGilles De Ray's... nThe perverted sonnThe holy man...nInto Crypts of Rays...nInto Crypts of Rays...nInto Crypts of Rays...nnAlluring children for his massesnRobbing and buying young soulsnSacrifice to morbid demonsnSatisfy his repulsive sexual lustnn[chorus]nnSo this is for the morbid one,nThe braveless and sicknShivering laughter shrilled through the tombsnSexual offence and perverted ritesnWatching them limp and die...nWizards and darkness, Gilles' dreamsnHalfway came true...nnAs a late medieval's French marshallnUnrestrained, with endless ambitionsnPersonal guard for Jeanne D'Arcn...the rising of his soul to god...nn[chorus]nnOverdone Mystism andnDesperate SatanismnAre just one small step apartnThere's no human scheme in the beyond...nn[chorus]