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When the one falls
Into the grasp of demons,
He loses control of his body
But his mind remains alive.
He then becomes a prisoner
Of his own conscience.
The powerless spectator
Of the atrocities
That will be forced
To commit against his will.
By calling the Song of the Possessed,
The faithful allows captive spirits
To express themselves
For a few moments.
From the other creatures
Then raise howls of pain
And horrifying pleas
Begging Death to come
And set the captive soul free.

How am I alive if my body's cold.
Trembling with fear,
It becomes a prison
For the crying soul.

An infernal voice
That rules my tongue
Speaks blasphemic words
That are not mine.

In my mind I'm shrieking
Silent scream.
Begging Death to hear
The Song of the Possessed.
In my mind I'm shrieking
Silent scream.
Begging Death to hear.

In my mind I'm shrieking
Silent scream.
Begging Death to hear
The Song of the Possessed.

Feeling all the demons
Inside me,
Hearing their sinister laughter,
Calling Death's name to come,
Hoping It will soon call mine.

An infernal voice...

In my mind...

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