Via Cruz
My name is Vincent David Ray.
I'm a demon with a legion of heathens
out to capture easy prey.
The last man i met was Benedict Joseph Labre.
Satan called me to his lair.
He said he'd made a wager with the Savior,
that I was the best at possessing human pests,
and that's in fact why they call me the great soul slayer.
'Cause people to me are merely cattle.
My survival depends on their death rattle.
If the end of the ride, suicide would be his bride,
then I've won the battle!
I met Ben when he was just a kid.
His only goal was to do what God bid,
but under my spell he was soon expelled, and chose
to live the rest of his hell off the grid.
I'd grind his gears and torture him with all his worst fears.
People jeered, called him queer,
his stench was severe,
and for 15 years he begged to disappear.
If you think I was glad when he died, I a'int!
Crazy hermit, no one heard him faint.
What newspapers paint, thousands arrived at the site
the next night, and declared him a saint!
'Cause Jesus went and sent Ben a vision.
He'd been given a friend, who again and again
would tempt him to sin, but to win in the end
was a ticket straight to heaven.
I'd never lost a match to date,
couldn't let Satan seal my fate,
so pretending to surrender to my Benedictine dinner,
I attempted to infiltrate the pearly gates.
God's ways are always mysterious.
He saw right through me, knew I was delirious.
But, if He put me to work and I didn't go berserk,
He'd let me return, and He was serious!
My name is Vincent David Ray!
Guardian angel, with an angle to tangle,
and teach your kids to pray.
The man you should thank
is Benedict Joseph Labre!
My name is Vincent David Ray.
I'm a demon with a legion of heathens
out to capture easy prey.
The last man i met was Benedict Joseph Labre.
Satan called me to his lair.
He said he'd made a wager with the Savior,
that I was the best at possessing human pests,
and that's in fact why they call me the great soul slayer.
'Cause people to me are merely cattle.
My survival depends on their death rattle.
If the end of the ride, suicide would be his bride,
then I've won the battle!
I met Ben when he was just a kid.
His only goal was to do what God bid,
but under my spell he was soon expelled, and chose
to live the rest of his hell off the grid.
I'd grind his gears and torture him with all his worst fears.
People jeered, called him queer,
his stench was severe,
and for 15 years he begged to disappear.
If you think I was glad when he died, I a'int!
Crazy hermit, no one heard him faint.
What newspapers paint, thousands arrived at the site
the next night, and declared him a saint!
'Cause Jesus went and sent Ben a vision.
He'd been given a friend, who again and again
would tempt him to sin, but to win in the end
was a ticket straight to heaven.
I'd never lost a match to date,
couldn't let Satan seal my fate,
so pretending to surrender to my Benedictine dinner,
I attempted to infiltrate the pearly gates.
God's ways are always mysterious.
He saw right through me, knew I was delirious.
But, if He put me to work and I didn't go berserk,
He'd let me return, and He was serious!
My name is Vincent David Ray!
Guardian angel, with an angle to tangle,
and teach your kids to pray.
The man you should thank
is Benedict Joseph Labre!
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