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)



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Armour
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