Seven Witches - Witching Hour lyrics

rate me

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 night's

creation

And you shall take my hand

I'll lead your through the land

Soon it shall come to be

You'll be one with me

Into the dark abyss I'll 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