The Possessor

Sign of life
Creates the desire
Then the reaper arrives
Shows you Deaths side
Buried in frost
Be destined to rejoice with the dead
And so begins the sacrifice
Oh, the possessor bites

Live in sin
Curse and hate
Sharpen your knives
In the missile mist

Well, I have no soul
I was born to lead the hordes of Hades
And as I rise and possess the living
My rage explodes
Into deadly mist
Sent out to suffocate you all
And my missile mist
Knows the direction to go

Live in sin
Curse and hate
Sharpen your knives
In the missile mist

Are you possessed?

Possessed by the speed
And the aggressive beast
And the fierceness of life

You all know that
Possession leads to victory
Through the final mass

From the unprotected light
I see Hell in your eyes
But before war is declared
Your face melts in the flare
Of the missile mist