In the name of the father, the son, and the holy ghost
Torment is fermented in an unlikely host
Spirituality lost
A life full of mindless faith corrupted by voices that annotate every decision

Taken

His dreams fill with fire and pain

Awaken

The unholy creation, destroyer of salvation

Shapeless

Taking the form of a man

Nameless

It's face will be the last thing you see when you

Die

The last image froze into your mind

The possession that creeps into the recesses and corners of the fractured and unstabilized holy man's conscience, it's

Here!

Creature upon the preacher

Late into the night he is woken from his fitful sleep
Unable to rest, he dresses and heads to the chapel

Eyes unseeing, the creature follows on his scent

Illusion of safety, seeking refuge in his sacrament

Silently and carefully
He approaches his prey with silence and precision
Unaware
That he'll soon be mutilated, masticated, and devoured alive

Unfortunately there will be no protection

No divine intervention

Unfortunately there will be no protection

No divine intervention

When the creature is upon
The preacher

(Solo)

Now the Preacher Will Die!

Claws
Rip through his body!

Every
Bone inside him, broke

Screams
Echo around him

The final blow
A cross stabbed into his throat

Now he lies dissected
The priest is mutilated
The feasting has abated, the creature's stomach, full

Spread-eagle on the alter

The beast leaves his victim, the door slams closed