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 earned 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 splendors past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled [Chorus] A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis They sang 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 thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth 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 Theater and feasts past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled [Chorus] Suetonius and Ovid Filled the moonstruck dreams With the purple of Rome His Venus of arena-blood was dead And he was storming home --- The 13th Caesar - Cradle of Filth