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The Damned Exorcist / Lyrics By Charis Karaliotas

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Lyrics By Charis Karaliotas
I hear the echoes in the void,
Whispers of sins I can’t avoid.
Every shadow bears my name,
Every flame recalls my shame.
Cursed by the choices I have made,
Bound by the ghosts that never fade.
But somewhere deep beneath the cries,
A spark of light still fights to rise.
(Chorus)
I am the cursed, I am the damned,
Haunted by the touch of hollow hands.
Yet in the dark, I still resist,
A soul torn apart—The Damned Exorcist.
The weight of guilt, a serpent’s coil,
Drains my will and taints my soil.
Demons dance in empty halls,
Feeding on my spirit’s fall.
Cursed by the choices I have made,
Bound by the ghosts that never fade.
But somewhere deep beneath the cries,
A spark of light still fights to rise.
(Chorus)
I am the cursed, I am the damned,
Haunted by the touch of hollow hands.
I am the cursed, I am the damned,
Haunted by the touch of hollow hands.
Yet in the dark, I still resist,
A soul torn apart—The Damned Exorcist.
(They call my name... they pull me under...)
A war of shadows in my chest,
A bleeding wound, a soul possessed.
I scream for mercy, beg for grace,
But light and dark share the same face.
I am the cursed, I am the damned,
Bound in chains I can’t withstand.
Yet with the fire still in my fist,
I cast them out—The Damned Exorcist.
And as the dawn breaks through the veil,
The holy fire shatters hell.
The scars remain, but I still breathe,
The light inside was never weak.
A fragile hope, a final breath,
One step beyond the hands of death.
Salvation waits… I finally see,Demons… let go of me.
I hear the echoes in the void,
Whispers of sins I can’t avoid.
Every shadow bears my name,
Every flame recalls my shame.
Cursed by the choices I have made,
Bound by the ghosts that never fade.
But somewhere deep beneath the cries,
A spark of light still fights to rise.
(Chorus)
I am the cursed, I am the damned,
Haunted by the touch of hollow hands.
Yet in the dark, I still resist,
A soul torn apart—The Damned Exorcist.
The weight of guilt, a serpent’s coil,
Drains my will and taints my soil.
Demons dance in empty halls,
Feeding on my spirit’s fall.
Cursed by the choices I have made,
Bound by the ghosts that never fade.
But somewhere deep beneath the cries,
A spark of light still fights to rise.
(Chorus)
I am the cursed, I am the damned,
Haunted by the touch of hollow hands.
I am the cursed, I am the damned,
Haunted by the touch of hollow hands.
Yet in the dark, I still resist,
A soul torn apart—The Damned Exorcist.
(They call my name... they pull me under...)
A war of shadows in my chest,
A bleeding wound, a soul possessed.
I scream for mercy, beg for grace,
But light and dark share the same face.
I am the cursed, I am the damned,
Bound in chains I can’t withstand.
Yet with the fire still in my fist,
I cast them out—The Damned Exorcist.
And as the dawn breaks through the veil,
The holy fire shatters hell.
The scars remain, but I still breathe,
The light inside was never weak.
A fragile hope, a final breath,
One step beyond the hands of death.
Salvation waits… I finally see,Demons… let go of me.
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