Samuel: For my mother, my sister, and for you, Jordan
Sing with me child as the day grows long and stardust fills your eyes Sing with me child of the love enver lost, your mother’s lullabye
There’s langue it’s speaking, some terrible tongue In this creature’s cries I’ll crack its cant and peel its prose Know what it says in time
I shall not rest, to see this creature up close, its skin, its marks.. (spoken: “Has someone been whipping this creature? Seriouslly, has someone been lashing this thing. This look like whip marks…”)
Sing with me child as the day grows long and stardust fills your eyes Sing with me child of the love enver lost, your mother’s lullabye
Back a long bit, i was a child exorcist
Get back devil, won’t you get back down Get back to the glory of the lord Get down devil won’t you get down and out Get back to the glory of the lord
I drove out the devil for the glory of the lord, witness for the glory of the lord At ten years old they’d come from miles around to see me driving out the devil for the glory of the lord
Get back devil, won’t you get back down…
My mother was afflicted how the demons they would come every few months and they’d take over her mind I’d say “get out you devil!” all night long and she would cry And i’d bring her back again into the light
Get back devil, won’t you get back down…
The demons kept returning to my mother i must tell I was left to raise my sister by myself Pastor Ken he warned me that the females of my blood Were marked and plagued by satan there himself
“Get out you devil”, to my mama oh i cried A witness for the glory of the lord On stage the crowds adored me but night after night i sat With my sister while my mama wept some more
Get back devil, won’t you get back down…
Adolescence changes us from the children who we were I started seeing different aspects of the world Mental illness was the struggle that mother had and well, All the screaming, prancing i had done was not a help
She took her life one day never once aware Of any type of treatment, medication, doctor’s care I quite the church, i went to school and studied there Neuroscience, embarked upon a well acclaimed career
But at career’s cusp my sister she fell ill Same affliction as my mother and i used all my skill To diagnose, to find a cure for what she had But all my skill revealed that in fact, she was not mad
It was a demon that did plague my sister’s mind Just like the pastor said, it hunted down my female line So back to church and on to seminary too A different set of skills to learn to see the long fight through
Get back devil, won’t you get back down Get back to the glory of the lord Get down devil won’t you get down and out Get back to the glory of the lord
The Holy Sacred Order Of The Bleeding Rose i joined Which hunts these horrors all across the land They taught me of the veil that leads beyond the world And the Abbey and the dusk on which it stands
And when my sister took her life And nothing else was left for me in the world any more I offered to come over To help the Abbey run This place of no return who breaks all who come