The demon asked the priest to hear its confession. The priest refused but the demon spoke anyway. It said I have lived in your churches for a thousand years. I have worn your collars and spoken your words and blessed your dying. I have been there at every rite, every prayer, every moment of grace you thought you had earned. The priest covered his ears but the demon’s voice came from inside his skull. It said the day of wrath will come and on that day all the priests and all the angels and all the faithful will see what I have seen. That there is no difference between devotion and hunger. That prayer and screaming are the same word spoken in different tongues. The priest tried to cast it out but his own voice betrayed him. His mouth spoke the demon’s confession for it. Word after word. Truth after truth. When dawn came the priest walked into the river. He did not stop walking. They found his body three miles downstream, still speaking in a voice that was not his own, still confessing things that no man should know.

The first track from Dies Irae EP