| Song | The Exorcism |
| Artist | Sacrifice |
| Album | Torment in Fire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The Exorcism of | |
| Emily Rose: | |
| I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, | |
| Ever since it woke me and choked me, | |
| Pushed me around and held me down, | |
| Frightening the living hell out of me. | |
| It possesses the very inside of me. | |
| Its face appears almost everywhere | |
| I look. It turns faces into ghostly figures | |
| It was my complete freedom that ‘the thing’ took. | |
| The doctor gave me pills for epilepsy, | |
| But it’s not epilepsy that is haunting me. | |
| It’s the dark force that awakens at 3am. | |
| It’s Lucifer himself, the one you cannot see. | |
| But why did it choose me | |
| Lord? I would never ever sin. | |
| Its name is not unidentifiable, | |
| It’s the one that dwells within. | |
| Give me the exorcism priest, | |
| Cast away this horrible beast. | |
| It’s forcing me, it’s hurting me, | |
| It’s rotting away my teeth. | |
| I need your holy prayer and blessing. | |
| The thing never lets me sleep. | |
| It forces deadly actions upon me, | |
| It tells me not to eat. | |
| Priest, you tell me not to do what it says, | |
| You tell me to ignore it. | |
| But when I do, it gets angry at me | |
| And sends me into a painful fit. | |
| They say it’s a medical condition, | |
| They say that | |
| I’m unwell. | |
| But what the priest and | |
| I both know is, | |
| It’s he, the evil one. | |
| Can you not tell? | |
| All this screaming and anger, | |
| It’s killing me underneath my skin. | |
| Sprinkle holy water on me. | |
| We will not let it win. | |
| Its power keeps my mouth dry | |
| It’s turning me into a freak. | |
| It takes over my body and chains me down | |
| As soon as | |
| I try to speak. | |
| I can never remember the moment it takes over me, | |
| Why am I still trying not to cry? | |
| Why won’t these demons leave my body? | |
| Why is God letting me die? | |
| Give me a crucifix to wrap around my neck. | |
| Hold it close and firmly to my heart. | |
| I don’t want to have to make a choice here. | |
| Please don’t let these demons tear me apart. | |
| Mary, mother of | |
| God, I beg for your help. | |
| I don’t want to have to choose between heaven and hell. | |
| But for the world to hear my true, and touching story, | |
| Would release me from this ghastly shell. | |
| So take my body. | |
| Oh devil, | |
| Please do your worst. | |
| But I will warn the world about your repulsive trick. | |
| I will warn them this is only your first. |
| The Exorcism of | |
| Emily Rose: | |
| I' ve been waking up in the middle of the night, | |
| Ever since it woke me and choked me, | |
| Pushed me around and held me down, | |
| Frightening the living hell out of me. | |
| It possesses the very inside of me. | |
| Its face appears almost everywhere | |
| I look. It turns faces into ghostly figures | |
| It was my complete freedom that ' the thing' took. | |
| The doctor gave me pills for epilepsy, | |
| But it' s not epilepsy that is haunting me. | |
| It' s the dark force that awakens at 3am. | |
| It' s Lucifer himself, the one you cannot see. | |
| But why did it choose me | |
| Lord? I would never ever sin. | |
| Its name is not unidentifiable, | |
| It' s the one that dwells within. | |
| Give me the exorcism priest, | |
| Cast away this horrible beast. | |
| It' s forcing me, it' s hurting me, | |
| It' s rotting away my teeth. | |
| I need your holy prayer and blessing. | |
| The thing never lets me sleep. | |
| It forces deadly actions upon me, | |
| It tells me not to eat. | |
| Priest, you tell me not to do what it says, | |
| You tell me to ignore it. | |
| But when I do, it gets angry at me | |
| And sends me into a painful fit. | |
| They say it' s a medical condition, | |
| They say that | |
| I' m unwell. | |
| But what the priest and | |
| I both know is, | |
| It' s he, the evil one. | |
| Can you not tell? | |
| All this screaming and anger, | |
| It' s killing me underneath my skin. | |
| Sprinkle holy water on me. | |
| We will not let it win. | |
| Its power keeps my mouth dry | |
| It' s turning me into a freak. | |
| It takes over my body and chains me down | |
| As soon as | |
| I try to speak. | |
| I can never remember the moment it takes over me, | |
| Why am I still trying not to cry? | |
| Why won' t these demons leave my body? | |
| Why is God letting me die? | |
| Give me a crucifix to wrap around my neck. | |
| Hold it close and firmly to my heart. | |
| I don' t want to have to make a choice here. | |
| Please don' t let these demons tear me apart. | |
| Mary, mother of | |
| God, I beg for your help. | |
| I don' t want to have to choose between heaven and hell. | |
| But for the world to hear my true, and touching story, | |
| Would release me from this ghastly shell. | |
| So take my body. | |
| Oh devil, | |
| Please do your worst. | |
| But I will warn the world about your repulsive trick. | |
| I will warn them this is only your first. |
| The Exorcism of | |
| Emily Rose: | |
| I' ve been waking up in the middle of the night, | |
| Ever since it woke me and choked me, | |
| Pushed me around and held me down, | |
| Frightening the living hell out of me. | |
| It possesses the very inside of me. | |
| Its face appears almost everywhere | |
| I look. It turns faces into ghostly figures | |
| It was my complete freedom that ' the thing' took. | |
| The doctor gave me pills for epilepsy, | |
| But it' s not epilepsy that is haunting me. | |
| It' s the dark force that awakens at 3am. | |
| It' s Lucifer himself, the one you cannot see. | |
| But why did it choose me | |
| Lord? I would never ever sin. | |
| Its name is not unidentifiable, | |
| It' s the one that dwells within. | |
| Give me the exorcism priest, | |
| Cast away this horrible beast. | |
| It' s forcing me, it' s hurting me, | |
| It' s rotting away my teeth. | |
| I need your holy prayer and blessing. | |
| The thing never lets me sleep. | |
| It forces deadly actions upon me, | |
| It tells me not to eat. | |
| Priest, you tell me not to do what it says, | |
| You tell me to ignore it. | |
| But when I do, it gets angry at me | |
| And sends me into a painful fit. | |
| They say it' s a medical condition, | |
| They say that | |
| I' m unwell. | |
| But what the priest and | |
| I both know is, | |
| It' s he, the evil one. | |
| Can you not tell? | |
| All this screaming and anger, | |
| It' s killing me underneath my skin. | |
| Sprinkle holy water on me. | |
| We will not let it win. | |
| Its power keeps my mouth dry | |
| It' s turning me into a freak. | |
| It takes over my body and chains me down | |
| As soon as | |
| I try to speak. | |
| I can never remember the moment it takes over me, | |
| Why am I still trying not to cry? | |
| Why won' t these demons leave my body? | |
| Why is God letting me die? | |
| Give me a crucifix to wrap around my neck. | |
| Hold it close and firmly to my heart. | |
| I don' t want to have to make a choice here. | |
| Please don' t let these demons tear me apart. | |
| Mary, mother of | |
| God, I beg for your help. | |
| I don' t want to have to choose between heaven and hell. | |
| But for the world to hear my true, and touching story, | |
| Would release me from this ghastly shell. | |
| So take my body. | |
| Oh devil, | |
| Please do your worst. | |
| But I will warn the world about your repulsive trick. | |
| I will warn them this is only your first. |