The clock strikes twelve, the world stands still,
A shiver runs up your spine, against your will.
The shadows twist and the whispers grow,
Welcome to the night where the cursed things show.
The house on the hill, the eyes that see,
It knows your name, it wants you to bleed.
Step into the dark, there’s no way out,
The witching hour, it’s time to shout.
Welcome to the hour, the hour of the dead,
When the ghosts all rise, and fill your head.
Feel the cold, hear the screams,
The witching hour’s coming to steal your dreams.
In the basement, the candles flicker,
The air grows thick, the darkness thicker.
The walls breathe, they move with you,
The clock ticks down, it’s coming for you.
The figure in the mirror, a face you know,
But it’s not your own, it’s twisting slow.
The hands reach out, cold as ice,
One last breath, it’s time to sacrifice.
Welcome to the hour, the hour of the dead,
When the ghosts all rise, and fill your head.
Feel the cold, hear the screams,
The witching hour’s coming to steal your dreams.
Footsteps echo in the silence,
A voice calls out, but it’s not defiance.
Only terror, only fear,
The witching hour draws near.
All the faces in the hall,
They watch you, but can’t you call?
No escape, no way to run,
The hour has come, the end’s begun.
The moon’s full, the sky’s alive,
The dead don’t rest, they come to survive.
The door slams shut, the locks won’t hold,
The hour is here, it’s growing bold.
In the graveyard, you hear the cries,
Of the souls that never saw their goodbyes.
It’s too late now, you’ve sealed your fate,
The witching hour, it won’t wait.
Welcome to the hour, the hour of the dead,
When the ghosts all rise, and fill your head.
Feel the cold, hear the screams,
The witching hour’s coming to steal your dreams.
In the witching hour, the dead awake,
In their grasp, you’re theirs to take.
Don’t look behind, don’t dare to scream,
The witching hour is the end of your dreams.