The fits of anger
The stare of insane eyes
The evil in your body
Is poison full of death.

The mind's being disfigured by the devil
With fierce bestial strength
And as if by the will of order
The body is weak & in chains.
The sacred bonfire
Will clear the sinful soul
Its inquisition's edict
The sentence of the priest's
Of church.

They are burning the devil possessed
The blood is chilled with fear
The cries of the doomed are heard
To the righteous anger of God.
Now again the fire is on
Again the alter is dripping with blood.

The body's being licked by the flames again,
The suffocating stench of smoke
The end of life in the name of Christ,
But not by his will. The souls are cast
Into the fire!
Exorcist!

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