Hélène Jégado

I’m gonna tell you
The story of Hélène Jégado
Tormented by the figure of the Reaper
She became
The embodiment of l’Ankou
Her first victim was
Her very own mother

Poor and illiterate
Repulsive and coarse
She was scorned by the wealthy ones
And developed a taste for murder

Servants, cooks, prostitutes
She acts in rich houses and rectories
Arsenic soup is served
Their groan brings her ecstatic pleasure

From Séglian to Roazhon Death walks
On her footsteps
Constant puking, twisted with pain
Faces stained with purplish blue
Paralysis, convulsions
Hélène Jégado the Queen of poisoning and lies

Accused by public rumors
She fakes lamentations to tame the masters
Shitloads of tears to fool the doctors
She never fails any victim’s funerals

Thief, hypocritical
Alcolholic and insane
She protests her innocence
She denies all accusations in court

Hexecuted on the Champ de Mars
Guillotined in eighteen fifty two
Eigteen years of criminal career
The Justice’s blade has hit

From Séglian to Roazhon Death walks
On her footsteps
Constant puking, twisted with pain
Faces stained with purplish blue
Paralysis, convulsions
Hélène Jégado the Queen of poisoning and lies