Clock strikes twelve, the hour is nigh
Time for me to kiss the sky
Beyond the Veil, the spirits speak
Words not meant, for the weak
The veil thins, spirits appear
Kindling both hope and fear
Candles flicker, shadows dance
Crystals sparkle, fall into trance
Incantations fill the air
Summoning those who dare to share
Secrets hidden, now revealed
In this hour, nothing concealed
Words so sweet, words so sour
Words to wither, words to flower
Words of magic, words of power
All made known in the Witching Hour
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
Spirits speak, their voices clear
Truths we crave, truths we fear
Some words soothe like honey's kiss
Others sting, ignorance was bliss
Revelations flood the mind
Painful truths we tried to hide
Double-edged sword of knowing all
In this realm where shadows crawl
Words so sweet, words so sour
Words to wither, words to flower
Words of magic, words of power
All made known in the Witching Hour
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
Is this an otherworldly vice?
Are we rolling sanity's dice?
What we seek, we may not want
Truths revealed, forever haunt
Eat the fruit, innocence is lost
Knowledge gained, but at what cost?
Words so sweet, words so sour
Words to wither, words to flower
Words of magic, words of power
All made known in the Witching Hour
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
In the Witching Hour (Witching Hour)
As the veil begins to close
Something within me knows
That from the darkness of the tomb
From the thorns, the rose will bloom