Use the inferior To your pleasure and disport Raised to be superior In your hand the shield and sword What you've fought for Brought you honour But desires during wars Made you seek your own who*es Used to take without regret You found pleasure in peoples plead Force your longing onto those Unable to defend themselves Use the inferior To your pleasure and disport Raised to be superior In your hand the shield and sword Feel fulfilled through their fear Spastics shaking palsy pain Cripple them to make them stay At your gruesome brutish way Nothing sweeter than the scent Of the breath of dying men In their eyes the glimpse of dread Makes you want to see them dead Gilles de Rais Instance of the human ghost Shows when we seek the uttermost Gilles de Rais Example of the human mind See him wish that you were blind Nothing sweeter than the scent Of the dying breath of men