He wore the cross like armor, preached salvation and grace,
Spoke of holy forgiveness with a trembling face.
Candles burned in silence, shadows climbed the walls,
But something in his prayers never answered his calls.
Late at night he hears it whisper through the nave,
A voice beneath the scripture, ancient and depraved.
It knows his doubts and hunger, it knows his secret fear,
It laughs inside the holy words no angel wants to hear.
The priest is on his knees, but he’s not praying now,
There’s a demon in his shadow and a mark upon his brow.
He speaks in tongues of fire, not the words he’s been taught,
Faith is turning rotten in the war his soul has fought.
Holy water turns to smoke when it touches his skin,
Every verse from the Bible feels heavy with sin.
The bells cry out at midnight, cracked and out of tune,
Like heaven’s slowly leaving, making room for doom.
He begs for absolution, but the silence answers back,
A crown of twisted scriptures tightens every crack.
The mirror shows a stranger wearing priestly black,
With a grin that’s not his own staring through the glass.
The priest is on his knees, but he’s not praying now,
There’s a demon in his shadow and a mark upon his brow.
He blesses with a hand that shakes, corrupting every vow,
The altar starts to tremble as the church is breaking down.
“Let me in,” it murmurs, “I was here before your God,
I’ve walked these halls in blood and ash, where saints and martyrs trod.”
He screams the Lord’s name louder, till his throat begins to bleed,
But the demon only smiles — it feeds on desperate pleas.
Confession turns to confession of a different kind,
He sins out loud to drown the voice clawing his mind.
Every rosary bead feels like a tightening chain,
He can’t tell if it’s the demon or his faith that’s in pain.
The priest is on his knees, but he’s not praying now,
He’s a vessel cracked and burning, wearing heaven’s crown.
If salvation comes too late, let the records show this sin:
A holy man stood fighting… while the demon fought within.
The candles die one by one, the church exhales its breath,
Was it possession that claimed him — or fear disguised as death?
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[Bridge]
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[Final Chorus]
[Outro]
[Male Vocal]
[Guitar Solo]
[Violin Solo]
[Female Vocal]
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