The Witching Hour
Jason Tankerley
All of my skeletal remains
Within the witching hour
Seem to call my name
Down in the hollows
Where you won't find any rain
The spirit burns a flame
That's dancing through the night
With all my pain
Within the witching hour
What will the shape devour
Within the witching hour
The seasons change
But all the ghosts remain the same
Black magic autumn nights
Just seem to feed the flame
Within the witching hour
What will the shape devour
Within the witching hour
Called upon through midnight's power
Time has come for witching hour
Called upon through midnight's power
Time has come for witching hour
Called upon through midnight's power
Time has come for witching hour
The Witching Hour
