Exorcism

A rustic coach stampeding Through the rugged brush Naked branches scraping Against the carriage box The drudging stead now seizes Within half a league Refusing to continue The priest shall take the lead He hikes a muddy passage Whispering a prayer His path is still quite hazy Now flirting with despair His lantern lights the way For he will surely follow It's radiance gives strength And guidance shall be hallowed A Dozen steps to go He sees the gothic mansion A house with fading paint Wicked emancipation Could this be the one With life ever fading? Then he spots the Proctor On porch, anticipating As he walked in The air was quite stale Creaking down below A grumbling from Hell The priest was on edge Lantern grew warm He put his head down Marched through the storm Screams heard through the halls Spirits come to play Scratches on the walls Priest begins to pray The words of the foreign Grace her tongue The songs of the holy Remain unsung That which is unknown Shall be shown Floating from her bed Reasons unbeknown Screams heard through the walls Spirits come to play Thomasin awaits Her pious, but fresh prey As he approached the little girl Thomasin was ready to kill Soul is mine, damned by me Body is mine, flayed by me Blood is mine, spilt by me Powers of hell, bested thee Soul of christ, sanctify me Body of christ, save me Blood of christ, intoxicate me Power of God, compel thee Priest had placed the cross on her head Thomasin was pinned to the bed Holy water flicked on her face Demon within losing the race Amen, amen, amen, amen Amen, amen, amen, amen Clawing and gnashing of teeth Demon slipping down beneath Lantern burning ever bright God had won her soul that night Amen, amen, amen, amen Amen, amen, amen, amen Aaaaaaaaaaaaaamen