Songtext von The Witching Hour

And the clock strikes one A date with the gun Yeah the witching hour comes upon All the waiting ones And the hand strikes six On the river Styx And the witching hour long past dead Raise a solemn drink And the clock strikes eighteen And it's nothing like you've ever seen 'Cause the witching hour's drawing near Oh, your darkest fear And the clock strikes one A date with the gun Yeah the witching hour comes upon All the waiting ones Morning star light my way Blackest light keep me straight Candle burn light the skies Hear my name, no more hide