Possessed کے بول

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