The Evangelist Lyrics - Incurso - Spawn Of Possession

Sleeping pills can keep one drowsy, shut out the angst and feel but nothing 

Yet to find total closure for terrors of the past, a saddened man now entered 

the hospital at last 

Ninth door to the left, laid all answers to what had kept him drunk for all 

those years 

A gently knocking but no answer, hesitated for a second then turned the knob 

and stepped inside 

In front of him a well made bed, in it a woman sleeping, he pulled up a chair 

So fragile and so helpless, he took her hand and held it and whispered in her 

ear 

Edward 

My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil 

How could you leave me there in that old church, why 

My first vague memories of Father Dorian and me on my knees 

He stole my boyhood early, him and the other priests 

While preaching I was dirty and needed to be cleansed 

Baptized my young face with soggy semen every evening while tears ran 

Alternated with violent whipping in God's name, I was a child of shame. 

Dorian, he sodomized my weak and childish body 

The cross went inside my ravished rear end and bent me open 

Those yellow teeth still haunt my dreams 

Caged from daylight inside a cellar, he kept me locked up 'til pleasure he 

craved 

I know God's light is shining but this molested soul will never see a heaven 

that I am certain of 

My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil 

How could you leave me there in that old church, why 

Then one night I noticed he'd forgotten to lock the doors and I saw my chance 

I sneaked out and ran off, foggy air, morning dark, the grass was wet 

I'd been there for so long, not sure of my age, the wicked Father D. may he 

burn in hell 

You must die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there. 

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at him silent at first 

Felt she was squeezing his hand, the wrinkly old hag 

Ms. Sinclair 

My dear boy, my dear Edward let me tell you of your past 

Please son ease down, sit down and listen to me 

I was born where you grew up, daughter of Father Dorian 

His line of blood runs deep, deeper than you can possibly imagine 

Night after night he robbed me of pride 

Pleasing his need, a child of his breed that never could smile 

Instead of playing with a dolly I had to play with him 

In my mouth I can still taste his salt veiny skin 

Barely fertile yet daily raped, his holy seed 

Finally my girly womb managed to impregnate 

My father, my lover had now made me a mother 

As he delivered my baby I wept to God 

I left the church right after my baby boy was born 

I was replaced by my infant to be my father's toy 

That toy was you dear Edward and I'm glad I left you there 

Our Father's love for his children can never be compared.