Witching Hour - Black Majesty

Cold’s the night right next to you

There’s a figure staring

In your room

It’s looking at you

There is nothing you can do

As you lay there frozen scared to move

Not even breathing

Must remain inside the light

Not be called into the dark

Tomorrow

Where will you go?

Where will you hide?

In the witching hour

Shadows looking back at you

Where will you turn?

Where will you run?

In the witching hour

Figures chasing after you

You try to run

But you can’t run

Expressionless the being

Has drawn you into its enchantment

As you feel the end is near

You think your dreaming

But your nightmare’s only the beginning

Tick tock, knock, knock

The hour of fear is drawing near

What holds you dear

That consummates you leaves you laying on the floor

Tick tock, knock, knock

Who is out there

That has been scratching at your door?

It is your fear

That consummates you

As you’re huddled in your room