1. CHERRY ORCHARDS (LIVE)

Dancing violet dreams.
Joining nights of satin fame.
Acting jewel games.
All forgiven, you streak my heart.
More than pleasure in ice cold flames.
Crying soft, as love flies tame.
Swelling tears in diaries of lies.
Fading lights, as songs die quiet.
Bleeding sweet for dying blind.
Masking fears of silent decline.

Cherry Orchards. Ginger looks upon pain.
Cherry Orchards. August fades like tears in vain.

Winter's final shine. Dressing gold, one last time.
Seep from lace. Roses for an unborn face.

Cherry Orchards. Ginger looks upon pain.
Cherry Orchards. August fades like tears in vain.


2. INTO THE CRYPT OF RAYS (LIVE)

Years of plead, behind the walls
Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright
Unspoken Words, in pain and dread
140 lives passed his hands

Gilles De Ray's... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

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

Gilles De Ray's... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

"So this is for the morbid one,
The braveless and sick
Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs
Sexual offence and perverted rites
Watching them limp and die...
Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams
Halfway came true..."

As a late medieval's French marshall
Unrestrained, with endless ambitions
Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc
...the rising of his soul to god...

Gilles De Ray's... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

Overdone Mystism and
Desperate Satanism (Ha!)
Are just one small step apart
There's no human scheme in the beyond...

Gilles De Ray's... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...


3. INTERVIEW AVEC CHRIS TETLEY, 4 mars 1989.

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