Hear a tale part frightening And half the tale enlightening A brave little girl's great sacrifice To hold back the hordes of Hell
I was called upon to see the poor Annaliese Back in the freezing winter of 1969 She was suffering, complaining of voices Chains were restraining the girl to her bed Such menacing messages I can't believe the things she said Fiendish faces haunting her mind Hallucinations of the hideous kind Her room was empty, but oh the smell from the filth She told me stories so hard to believe Wicked possession from six entities
Why can we save poor Annaliese? Dear tell us what's wrong What good is calling on a priest? Possession too strong We need to save her from the Beast Girl help us to fight She's looking frail and feeling weak A terrible sight
Doctors claiming it's all in her head Demons draining, her face turning red Beyond the twilight I saw the evil in her eyes Waiting, hiding the devil inside Changing places, I saw innocence die Annaliese quit fighting The entity claiming its prize Cursing, writhing, the room came alive Flashing a fleeting last sinister smile
Why can we save poor Annaliese? Dear tell us what's wrong What good is calling on a priest? Possession too strong We need to save her from the Beast Girl help us to fight She's looking frail and feeling weak A terrible sight
Accusations, they started to fly Prosecution, we didn't know why Such inhumanity I could not believe my own eyes The exorcism, they just didn't buy They sent us to prison for taking her life Unburied secrets were exhumed They could not hide the truth They opened her coffin to see what's inside Her corpse was still perfect Ten years had passed by Her body protected by the Holy Divine
Why can we save poor Annaliese? Dear tell us what's wrong What good is calling on a priest? Possession too strong We need to save her from the Beast Girl help us to fight She's looking frail and feeling weak A terrible sight
Her very last words to priest Right before her release Were "tell my mother I am not afraid" From mother's bedroom she can see Poor little Annaliese Her tombstone less than 50 feet From that very house!