Elvenking - Grandier's Funeral Pyre video free download


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Elvenking's song Grandier's Funeral Pyre from The Pagan Manifesto (2014). I do not own any of its contents. All rights reserved to AFM Records and the band.

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6 years ago

Tommaso Belli

A blissful maid has pierced my heartShe's feasted on my soulA banquet made of flesh and boneSo I was dethronedLike kings without shields and swordsLike bards without their chordsNow call the Ravens, light the fireTo rot in hell my curseBesieged by the flames - By the church declaimedUnholy will - Pagan I die, as a pagan I livedThe sons of Grandier bade commandHither to bring all the people from afarThe rich, the poor and the sick were gatheredCountless quite! As the priest was a hero to their eyesThe wood smoke rose black over blazeAnd blend was the roar of the fires in the skyIn heavy mood, misery they moanedAs the sky was devoured by the funeral pyre"Mephistopheles bring wrathUpon the ones who insult and stain the name of GodWith vileness and greedUpon the ones who torture and their cursed breed"Before Decay's abismal fingersBrush against my browAnd sweep the lines where beauty lingersI will pledge my vowOf all the villains claimed to liveIn chastity and need"A thousand times into the fire"The oath I now decreeBesieged by the flames - By the church declaimedUnholy will - Pagan I die, as a pagan I livedA false diabolical pact was writtenIn the name of Grandier and all the spawn of Hell"The love of women, the flower of virginsThe respect of Kings, honors, lust and charming spells""He will join us in our crusadeAnd sin by sin he'll become the Devil's blade"In noble mood, dignity he ownedAs the sky was devoured by the funeral pyre[Guitar solo: Raphael]His eyes were fiery and yet so hollowSixteen pints of water he was forced to swallowBut he did not kneel, and vauntingly swore:"In thy gaze I see the eyes of Satan"The sons of Grandier bade commandHither to bring all the people from afarThe rich, the poor and the sick were gatheredCountless quite! As the priest was a hero to their eyesThe wood smoke rose black over blazeAnd blend was the roar of the fires in the skyIn heavy mood, misery they moanedAs the sky was devoured by the funeral pyreLes Démons de Loudun

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