I'll pull the ropes harder and make your bondage tight
blindfolded and gagged, you're so helpless when you're
cut off from both sound and sight
Helpless without control, all your senses spin
all attention focused solely on your red, hot burning skin

Dominated, humiliated, hear my command
immobilized, tranquilized, obey my demand
Obedience

I'll dominate you so you're fully under my control
tease your helpless body, tantalize your soul
Finally when I'm finished, I won't just leave you tied
I'll put it to you hot and heavy and
leave you satisfied

Dominated, humiliated, hear my command
immobilized, tranquilized, obey my demand
Obedience

Bound to kiss the masters hand
to satisfy my every demand
the whip leashes your back
as you are being tied to the rack

She strins against her bonds
to keep the cruel pace
desate the shackles hampering her stride
the tears of helpless misery stain her face
and only memories remain of pride

Dominated, humiliated, hear my command
immobilized, tranquilized, obey my demand
Obedience

The little bell echoes, the great bell groans
this templed city of tombs
where death and grief blooms

Fiendish desires in human form, leather clad,
black is the veil streaming in the wind
stilleto heels clicking up the cemetary gates

Death among the dead, haunting mausoleums
all this death, oh, juyful sight
Naked on a table of stone
Juices dripping from the wet chaste
excitement of fear and death, it's to me so dear

Death life, life as dead and the sharpness of the shrieks
The licking tongues of fire, lustful and chrusing

Funeral Bitch, the urge is so strong
Funeral Bitch, the night is so long

Screams of terror behind the walls
Chambers and vaults scenes of fright
Unspoken words of pain and dead
140 lives past his hands

Gille de Ray - Perverted son, holy man
Into the crypts of Rays

Alluring children for his masses
Robbing and buying young souls
Sacrifice them to morbid demons
Satisfy his sexual lust

Gille De Ray...

So this is for the morbid ones, the braveless and sick
Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs
Sexual offense and perverted rites
Watching them limp and die
Wizards and darkness - Gille dreams
Halfway came through

As a late medieval french marshall
Unrestrainted with endless ambitions
Personal guard for Jeanne d'Arc
The rising of his soul to god

Gille de Ray...

Overdone mysticism
And desperate satanism
Are just one small step apart
There is no human scheme in the beyond

Gille de Ray...