اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
