The Witching Hour

Along the painted walls

The cavernous white falls

The witching hour draws near

Waking to the sight

Of the bleeding red moonlight

Dripping down the stair

Rattling the air

Stifled by the gale

Of the crosswind's wicked wail

Can't suffocate the fear

When the witching hour draws near

Lifted to the arc

Crumbling in the dark

Hold the winter close

And the sanguine heart it froze

Shattering my spine

The crimson eyes entwined

I never could recall

In the shadows of the fall

What the visions came to mean

What futures I had seen

When you see the twisted wreath

Will it drag you underneath

Will you drown out the drear

When the witching hour draws near

(To follow you, to swallow you, to rile you, defile you)

The witching hour draws near

The witching hour draws near

(To rile you, defile you)

(To follow you, to swallow you, to rile you, defile you)

(To follow you, to swallow you)