Witchin' Hour

Whispers 'neath the moon, shadows big enough to drown,

Broomsticks ain't for sweepin', these witches wear the crown.

Crimson skies cracking, spells leave you in a bruise,

Dark magic beats, feel it in your shoes.

Candles flicker wicked, hexes twistin' in the air,

Potions bubbling over, no time left to spare.

Cobwebs in the corner, secrets that they weave,

Speak in tongues, homie, it’s time to believe.

The witches are comin’, cities fallin’ under night,

Cast the rune, feel the bite, vanish from the sight.

Hex and vex, ain't no light, under shadow’s rite,

The witches are comin’, cities fallin’ under night.

Cauldrons churnin’ metal, steel screech on the racks,

Grimoire pages turnin’, wind sweepin’ the tracks.

Midnight riders, bringin’ chaos from the trees,

Agony screams, ain't nobody beggin’ please.

Skulls in the grip, ground shake, world flip,

Enchanted melodies, tuned in the crypt.

Iron claws scratchin', electric currents in your head,

Witchin' hour strikes, even shadows feel dread.

The witches are comin’, cities fallin’ under night,

Cast the rune, feel the bite, vanish from the sight.

Hex and vex, ain't no light, under shadow’s rite,

The witches are comin’, cities fallin’ under night.