Lyrics

[Verse]
Shadow games, dim lights, pentagrams on the floor,
Latin chants from a voice that's been here before.
Tongues twist, flames flicker, smoke pours from the fissure,
Horns laughing in the dark—"guess who's the picture?"
[Verse 2]
A priest steps in, holy water in his grip,
Bible tucked tight, scripture ready to spit.
"Demon, begone," said his voice firm and strong,
But the possessed starts screeching a chaotic new song.
[Chorus]
It's a battle for the soul, who's taking the lead,
Words sharper than blades, cuts making 'em bleed.
Holy light vs. shadow—fire, rage, and might,
A war of syllables waged in the dead of the night.
[Verse 3]
The demon spits heat, brimstone bars on the mic,
"You a lamb to my slaughter, feed fear to your psyche."
Possessed brings the distortion, voice deep like the void,
"Your God? Ain't picking up the prayer line, I'm overjoyed."
[Bridge]
The priest ain't phased, scripture flows like ink,
Armored in his faith, not a moment to blink.
Cross raised high to illuminate the dusk,
While the voices of two, in tandem, combust.
[Verse 4]
Holy man fires back with psalms and resolve,
Rhyme laced in divinity, their grip starts to dissolve.
"Doubt may surround, but His light's my refrain,
Even darkness bows down in the King's domain."