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