ELWOOD: He failed to save the child, Father. Brown Jenkin bit
through the baby's wrist and completed the sacrifice!
FATHER IWANICKI: But my son, it was all just a dream.
ELWOOD: No! Don't you see? The baby vanished in real life too!
It was all real!
FATHER IWANICKI: It's a tragic coinci—
ELWOOD: We found Gilman on the floor of his room, nearly catatonic.
There were bruises on his throat and his crucifix
was gone! He had gone stone deaf: both eardrums
ruptured. The doctors couldn't explain it! Walter truly
went somewhere in his dreams that night, Father. And
I haven't told you the worst yet.
FATHER IWANICKI: I'm sure you did all you could. The sin isn't yours.
ELWOOD: But I have sinned, Father. The sin of despair. I don't
know what's true anymore!
ELWOOD: Reality, I always thought it had finality
But now I doubt its actuality
And nothing is what it might seem
Nonentity, I've lost all sense of my identity
The only thing I feel with certainty
Is that the world is just a dream
FATHER IWANICKI + MONKS: Faith in God restores man's life
ELWOOD / MONKS: Belief in God is a delusion! (Atterete dominatum)
A soothing fairy tale I chose (Denique interimo)
But so are science's conclusions,
God knows(Atterete dominatum)
(Denique interimo)
Oh I prayed that God would bring deliverance! (Atterete dominatum)
But demons came at night instead (Denique interimo)
Poor Walter didn't know the difference (Benedictus qui venit)
When he said (In nomine Daemon Sultan)
GILMAN: I want something more than life!
ELWOOD: The worst came that night, Father. We heard Walter
shrieking in terror.
FATHER IWANICKI: What happened?
ELWOOD: He was writhing in agony, covered in blood!
FATHER IWANICKI: Oh my God!
ELWOOD: A horrible rat-like creature had attacked him. It
emerged from his chest and escaped!
FATHER IWANICKI: Brown Jenkin!
ELWOOD: It killed him, Father! Walter was dead!
FATHER IWANICKI: Eternal rest grant unto him O Lord, and let perpetual
light shine upon him!
ELWOOD: Between reality and dreaming
Evil consumed his beating heart!
For me there's nothing that's redeeming
MONKS: Atterete dominatum
DESROCHERS: This house is vile and sinful! Ia!
MONKS: Denique interimo
MAZUREWICZ: Hail the master of the night!
ELWOOD: I prayed that God would bring deliverance
But now I'll never sleep again!
I envy those who live in ignorance
DESROCHERS: This house is vile and sinful! Ia!
MAZUREWICZ: I give unto the violet light!
FATHER IWANICKI: …perpetual light shine upon him... may his soul and
the souls of all the faithful departed… through the
mercy of God... rest in peace... my God!
CRAWLING CHAOS: Bow before him face the master of the night
ELWOOD: Am I dreaming?

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