Witching hour bad moon is on the rise
I can't resist its infernal cold power
When it blaze into my eyes


Feel I am slowly changing
Begin to lose my track

Hatred poison my veins
I am cold and my heart turns black


I am POSSESSED

I am trapped in its icecold blaze

It drains the warmth from my soul
Feel the dread and my mind is in torment
And still its eye of death glow so cold


I am confused
Feel my strength slowly fading

Oh hear my cries for help and mercy

I am POSSESSED