Possessed - Bathory

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