In 1440, in the shadow of the castle of Tiffauges, The heady fragrance of blood perfumed air. The demon slowly awakened. A blind obedience in return for science, wealth and power. The universal elixir for my deeds. The philosopher's stone for my soul. The Whit Sunday, Geoffrois le Ferron felt safe in his sanctuary The ma** had been said When about sixty armed men invaded the place of his devotion To drag him off, hand and foot bound, to jails of Tiffauges A blind obedience in return for science, wealth and power. The universal elixir for my deeds. The philosopher's stone for my soul. In July, in the castle of Josselin, children disappeared They nourished with their blood several pacts For the biggest happiness of the demon Barron In the heart of the night, Jean de Malestroit strides along in corridors of the castle Because the sleep refuses to him A moan escapes of an enclosed door He half open the door to discover with frights A kind of laboratory strewn of child cadavers In the middle of the pentagram a purulent demon discusses Quietly with his host : Gilles de Rais A blind obedience in return for science, wealth and power. The universal elixir for my deeds. The philosopher's stone for my soul.