The Witching Hour

In a long forgotten time
The land is ruled by evil eyes
(Those fools)
Commanded by hollowed books
Soon to be overruled
The teaves that fall in autumns gaze
Are carry by howling winds
Across a fleeting sunset grove

As the world burns, yeah
Stoke the fire
I’ll be there
When you are all alone
Stoke the fire
I’ll be there
I’ll be there

Beyond the veil of midnight stir
The wicked ones that own the night
Silver wings as she takes flight

As the world burns, yeah
Stoke the fire
I’ll be there
When you are all alone
Stoke the fire
I’ll be there
I’ll be there

As the world burns, yeah
Stoke the fire
I’ll be there
When you are all alone
Stoke the fire
I’ll be there
I’ll be there

Witching hour
The witching hour has come
The witching hour is here, oh-woah