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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

The heretic possession