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Текст (слова) песни: Bathory - Possessed
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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