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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
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