The Witching Hour

And the clock strikes one
A date with a gun
And the witching hour comes up on
All the waiting world
And the hand strikes six
On the River Styx
And the witching hour long past dead
Raise a solemn train
And the clock strikes eighteen
Well it’s nothing like you’ve ever seen
Cause the witching hour’s drawing near
All your darkest fears
And the clock strikes one
A date with a gun
Hear the witching hour comes up on
All the waiting ones
Morning star
Light my way
Blackest light
Keep me straight
Candle burn
Light the skies
Hear my name
None more high