Witching Hour, Pt. 2

Candles burning bright
In the August night
Tucked away inside
The attic's blinding light

Gather up the stones
Rend to dust their bones
Incantations bring
The bleeding demons home

The gleaming amber axe
Blown across my back
Paralyzing force
Of razor winds attack

I can cut along the floor
And beat down the door
Can't hold oblivion's
Gatekeepers back much more

The witching hour is here

Follow you, swallow you
Rile, defile you



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Armour
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