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 POSSE | |
SSED 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 POSSE | |
SSED |