n 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 mass 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.

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