Sister Catherine the Demon Slayer by Sister Catherine the Demon Slayer

Rated NFM for Not for Moms~   The origin story of how Sister Catherine the Demon Slayer came to be. This song tells of how after being raped by demons, she became a nun and learned how to destroy them.  She is now #2 on Hell's Most Wanted List.  I still hold the #1 slot.  [Verse 1] Silk dress Altar light on your face Red hands dragged you down through the grate Claws on your wrists Laughter in Latin They carved their filth in your skin Sister Catherine   You crawled back Burned the torn lace Shaved your head Veil over the shame Drank holy fire till it scorched your breath Kissed the crucifix Vowed them death   [Chorus] Sister Catherine the Demon Slayer White veil stained with the blood of prayer Every scar on your flesh An answered curse You speak their names And you drag them into church   [Verse 2] Candle smoke twists into their shapes You see their teeth in the chapel gate You lace your rosary tight like a chain Steel in your fingers Venom in your veins   Black wings beat at the stained glass frame You grin as it shatters around their fangs Throat turned grave You choke out the rite Your growl is a tomb when you spit the rite   [Chorus] Sister Catherine the Demon Slayer White veil stained with the blood of prayer Every scar on your flesh An answered curse You speak their names And you drag them into church   [Bridge] [Breakdown: slower Crushing riff] You were their victim (never again) You were their shrine (now the end) Kneel in the ash while the incense burns You twist the scripture Make the verdict turn   “Come closer Monsters” — you open your palms They choke on the psalm They choke on the psalm (hey!) You rip their crowns from their jagged heads Plant them like thorns in your own forehead   [Chorus] Sister Catherine the Demon Slayer White veil crowned with their broken spurs Every curse that they spat now fuels your verse You speak their names Till their screams become your church   [Outro] Sister Catherine Blood on the veil You bless the battlefield They blister They pale   Sister Catherine Last thing they hear Is your quiet Cold “Amen My dear”