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!