Haunted Songtext
von Bog Wraith

Colder than ice
But sweating from every pore
As if I′m harboring poltergeists
Deep within my core

Hypothermia starts to settle
Deep within my chest
Rib cage of black ice
From my immoral guest

I see the smoke rising
From my frozen breath
A vapor filled embodiment
Of the possessing death


Hearing the whispers call
To my suicidal tendencies
Loading the pistol
Feel it against me teeth

I feel my psyche cracking
Beneath all the weight
Of a dark passenger
Turning me to what I hate

Hearing the whispers call
To my suicidal tendencies

Surrender all ambitions
And bite the bullet now
At least I have this little voice
To stop and show me how

Cold steel exorcism
One shot to put me down
Cold steel exorcism
One shot to put me down


Flowing out the back of my head
A feeling of true warmth