Spawn Of Possession Church Of Deviance
[Intro]
Woman: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have done terrible things
Priest: We all stray from the path of the Lord sometimes, child. But with penance, you will find your way again
Woman: Will you help me, Father?
Priest: Of course, child
Woman: Will you pray for me?
Priest: Yes...
Woman (in demonic voice): Will you f..ck me?
The symptoms on the rotten boy was not the usual ones
Spiritual invasion on his undisputed soul
Took him out for cleansing to a place they thought would heal
That it was a haunted church was soon to them revealed
Generates the seed within him
It's sick and spectral in a sence of viewing
The room seems moving, but still it's lifeless
And on the wall hangs the cross, with Jesus weeping
Boy keeps rotting, shaking, spewing on the church's floor
The demon deep inside him is determined to triumph
The church inbreeds a horror feel, it sounds as if it calls
Suddenly the boy lies still his f..cking head is cracked
Rotten boy, rots, something seeped out through his skull
Left his corpse, thrown, cast into the church's halls
Voices whisper, chanting, calling, churning through the fundament
Boy is dead the demon's free to haunt the church of deviance
Voices whisper, chanting, calling, churning through the fundament
Boy is dead the demon's free – church of deviance
Pure evil is upon them and embrace the church
Sin and vile disorder burst into a sickened rage
Chaste and clean the puny father tries to hide from death, pain, deviance
Doors are looked there's no escape from this place
No one leaves this haunted building without getting scared
Demonized no light protects them from the force which is done when some souls are wasted
The church's now rotten and haunted for all times
Who ever challenged the ways of the dark side
Until the next one comes the force is in its rest
And those who brought the rotten boy now suffer death
Voices whisper, chanting, calling, churning through the fundament
Boy is dead the demon's free to haunt the church of deviance
Voices whisper, chanting, calling, churning through the fundament
Boy is dead the demon's free to haunt the church of deviance
