The Birth of an Exorcist
The torrents of fire, the sword's burning pain
The laughter of a demon is a chilling refrain
I try to move but response I have none
As I faint in the town, I realize I am done
I awaken, I'm alive lying in a strange bed
In walks the doctor who would not leave me for dead
My life is in ruins and is covered with blight
So to cushion my sorrows I'll take on the fight
My left eye is now covered with a leather patch
My left arm is metal without tarnish or scratch
I'm no longer the child I was a week before
I'll destroy the demons and settle the score
I take my dagger with my still good right hand
The final blow is struck, oh isn't this grand
I know in my heart this won't bring my loved ones home
But I'll keep on fighting, so demons can't make another feel alone