Alexander Anderson

How does a bastard, orphan, Son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of A forgotten spot In an Italian village without a roof For sleeping under, Grow up to be a deadly demon hunter? The Paladin Catholic father without a father Got a lot farther by working A lot harder By being a lot smarter by being A self-starter. At fourteen, who knew he was gonna Become a martyr? And so he got a job with the mob Smugglin' Heroin But soon the law was hot on his trail Pursuit was narrowin' So he disguised himself as a priest And a Samaritan And felt the urge to be much more Than a barbarian. Then a vampire came, and Devastation reigned. Our man saw the monster sucking blood From people's veins. So he took a holy blade and he stabbed It in the brain. And the vampire was slain. The incident lit a flame. Well, the word got around. They said, "This kid is insane, man!" Took up a collection Just to send him to the Vatican! "Get your ordination, don't forget From whence you came", And the world's gonna know your name. What's your name, man? Alexander Anderson. My name is Alexander Anderson. And I like killing things because it's fun. So just you pray, just you pray. And that was how he found a home, Back in Rome, joined Escariot Trained him how to fight and Defend the Proletariat Paired him with a deadly sidekick, A Kraut chick, Injected him with nanobots so Now he heals quick. Protestants and heathens are something That he could not abide. Killin 'em filled him right up with pride Something new inside. A voice saying, "Alex, you gotta humble yourself" He started retreatin' and Readin' every bible on the shelf. There woulda been nothing left to do For someone less astute. He woulda been dead or destitute Without a cent of restitution Started writin', fightin' for the church And the good Lord, killing ghouls and Zombie fools and all of Satan's demon horde! Slayin' (Slaying) ev'ry undead freak he could get his hands on Prayin' (Praying) God would keep him meek as he lands on The green earth of the em'rald is-land Iscariot's sending him off to Ireland. Alexander Anderson Jesus is the only king for you You could never back, you took Your own death in stride. Oh, Alexander Anderson When the Seraphim sing for you Will they open the pearly gate? Will they know you embraced your fate? The world will never be the same, oh He should've gotten more in life than What his Savior brought him (Just you pray) A life of piety and this is what it got him? (Just you pray) To sacrifice his personhood is what The Church had taught him. We fought with him. Me? I died to him. Me? I hated him. Me? I loved him. And me? Well, I'm the vam-pire that shot him. I like killing things because it's fun. So just you pray. What's your name, man? Alexander Anderson!