Demon Host by Timber Timbre

This song calms me, haunts me, frightens me, soothes me, breaks my heart, mends my heart, kills me, revives me... But, most of all, it amazes me. Enjoy.

http://playmyguitar.org/01DemonHost.mp3 (right click and say "save target as")

Demon Host
by Timber Timbre

Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh

Death she must have been your will
Up on beneath the reaper's veil
And with your voice my belly sunk
And I began to feel so drunk

Candle, Candle on my clock
Oh lord I must of heard you
Knock me out of bed
As the flames licked my head
And my lungs filled up with black
In their tiny little shack

It was real
and I repent
All those messengers you sent
Clear as day
But in the night
Oh I couldn't get it right

Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh

Here is a church
And here is the steeple
Open the doors there are the people
And all their little hearts at ease
for another week's disease

And eagle, eagle, towel and screen
I never once lived in between
I was on the fence
and I never wanted your two cents
Down my throat
In the pit
With my head upon a spit

Oh reverend please
Catch you your ear
I've become what I most fear
And I know there's no such thing as ghosts
But I have seen the demon host

Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh

Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh