Possessed

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 ice cold 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 --- Possessed - Bathory