A mystic land far away, digging through the desert sand Old Father Merrin was soon to be astray Facing true evil, he'd never be the same
Demonic possession of a child once divine Feeding on heart and soul to make her mine The heretic possession The heretic possession
I am Pazazu, winged demon to feast on your soul I am Pazazu, winged demon to swallow you whole
Another land far away, digging through his darkened soul Young Father Karras already astray Facing true evil he'd never be the same
Twitching and violently jerking, nails turning into claws Bones stretching against mother earth's natural law Crawling down the stairs no man should have to see Tightening grip demonic possession she could not flee
