Demonic Attack
They thought he was the anti-christ,
For it was the time of his coming.
Evil was inside the boy,
You could see the devil in his eyes.
They would drive devil out,
They would follow the
Teachings of the lord.
They would deliver his soul from hell.
Withhold not correction from the child.
For if thou beatest him with
A rod he shall not die.
We shall deliver his soul from hell.
They took him to a darkened room,
To beat the devil out of him,
This violence was the only way, they said,
To make him well again.
But the boy could take no more,
The spasms racked his body,
And he did lay in death so still.
They said it was a demonic attack.
And so they laid him on the bed,
Left the room and locked the door.
They thought that life would soon return,
The good lord would not let him die.
Time passed and the flesh did rot.
One by one they were led away,
But still inside their twisted minds,
They could not accept the truth.
Ataque demoníaco
Pensaban que era el anticristo,
Porque era el momento de su llegada.
El mal estaba dentro del niño,
Podías ver al diablo en sus ojos.
Expulsarían al diablo,
Seguirían las
Enseñanzas del señor.
Librarían su alma del infierno.
No retengas la corrección del niño.
Porque si lo golpeas con
Una vara no morirá.
Libraremos su alma del infierno.
Lo llevaron a una habitación oscura,
Para sacarle al diablo,
Esta violencia era la única forma, decían,
De hacerlo volver a estar bien.
Pero el niño no pudo más,
Los espasmos sacudían su cuerpo,
Y yacía en la muerte tan quieto.
Decían que era un ataque demoníaco.
Y así lo pusieron en la cama,
Salieron de la habitación y cerraron la puerta.
Pensaban que pronto volvería la vida,
El buen señor no lo dejaría morir.
Pasaba el tiempo y la carne se pudría.
Uno por uno se los llevaban,
Pero aún en sus mentes retorcidas,
No podían aceptar la verdad.