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
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