Witching hour bad moon is on the riseI can’t resist its infernal cold powerWhen it blaze into my eyesFeel I am slowly changingBegin to lose my trackHatred poison my veinsI am cold and my heart turns blackI am POSSESSEDI am trapped in its icecold blazeIt drains the warmth from my soulFeel the dread and my mind is in tormentAnd still its eye of death glow so coldI am confusedFeel my strength slowly fadingOh hear my cries for help and mercy

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