Текст (слова) песни: Seven Witches - Witching Hour

Born on the darkest night of evil scenery
Torn from the womb of a bitch of blackened witchery
Bottled souls will smash to bits in this magic celebration
Cauldrons boil with the stench of flesh in this evil nights
creation

And you shall take my hand
Ill lead your through the land
Soon it shall come to be
Youll be one with me

Into the dark abyss Ill lead your timid soul
You will be shown the way into our wicked home
The darkened woods are alive with chants as
you join the celebration
Join hands with the coven now and begin evisceration

Fear the Witching Hour - The 13th Hour!
Fear the Witching Hour - the darkest hour!

When you look in my eyes - what do you see?
Can you dispel the lies, it will set you free
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Atlantis
City of Lost Souls
The Answer
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
The Question
We are the Coven
Witching Hour