Possessor of Lost Souls Lyrics

Its white marbled halls

Hide the horrors of Hell

Stare into the eyes

of the long-dead undertaker

At his command

is a horde of cloaked shrunken corpses

and flying metal spheres

With a penchant for blood

Three hundred years old

His flesh and blood are cold

Born at the Gates of Hell

He awaits for souls to possess

Possess

Possessor of lost souls

Nocturnal beast

with poisonous blood

Shrinks the corpses

and turns them into his slaves

stacking them in coffins,

the inverted cross carved,

he transports the caskets

to a parallel world below

Three hundred years old

His flesh and blood are cold

In the old burial ground

Waiting for more souls to possess

Possess

Possessor of lost souls

(Lead: Nebiros)

(Lead: Jhon)

Shrunken corpses storm the town

speaking in tongues unknown

no one will hear your cries

no escape from the dead that won't die

Possessor of lost souls