Spawn Of Possession

Septic spirit establish birth
Gruesom and enormous pain it will inflict
Convulsion the breeding of a
Demon reached its final stage of tormentation
Rubbing my swollen throat
I feel a movement inside my chest
Dirty voices vocalize through my mouth
I am now a host
A premonition I never felt
It wants my body as I feel it working
Tearing withing an warp my screams
What I'm becoming I never knew was real
It slowly takes in charge
My skin is changing colour
My eyes are empty black
The soul I through was shining
Is deformed and strangely intact
Resistance is pointless I know it'll dominate
As I deliver my self to its domains