Verse 1:

As the midnight bell begins to chime,
A shadow creeps through the veil of time.
Whispers rise from the forest deep,
As the Witching Hour awakens from sleep.

Chorus:

When the clock strikes twelve, beware the power,
For dark magic reigns in the Witching Hour.
Spirits rise and shadows conspire,
To dance in the flames of a phantom fire.

Verse 2:

In a cottage hidden where the wild things grow,
Lives an old crone with eyes that glow.
She brews her potions with a cackling song,
As the night stretches dark and long.

Spoken Word:

Beware the hour when the veil is thin,
When the witches gather and the rites begin.
The sky turns black, the stars fade away,
As the spirits of the night come out to play.
In the Witching Hour, all bets are off,
For the ancient ones rise from their coffin's
trough.

Bridge:

Through the woods, a figure glides,
With secrets dark that she confides.
A curse, a spell, a lover's plea,
All bound by the hour's dark decree.

Chorus:

When the clock strikes twelve, beware the power,
For dark magic reigns in the Witching Hour.
Spirits rise and shadows conspire,
To dance in the flames of a phantom fire."