The Witching Hour by Girard
The Witching Hour
Verse 1:
In the dead of night, when the moon is high,
The shadows dance, and the spirits fly.
Whispers in the wind, a haunting sound,
Midnight strikes, the witches gather ’round.
Pre-Chorus:
Candles flicker, casting eerie light,
Casting spells under the starry night.
Potions brew in cauldrons black,
In the witching hour, there’s no turning back.
Chorus:
Oh, the witching hour, midnight’s spell,
Where the wicked witches cast their tales.
In the darkness, they rise and roam,
In the witching hour, far from home.
Verse 2:
Eyes that gleam with a sinister glow,
Cackling laughter, secrets they know.
Broomsticks soar through the midnight air,
Beware the witches’ wicked snare.
Pre-Chorus:
Ancient curses and forgotten lore,
In the witching hour, they’ll conjure more.
Underneath the silver moon’s cold gaze,
The witches weave their mystic maze.
Chorus:
Oh, the witching hour, midnight’s spell,
Where the wicked witches cast their tales.
In the darkness, they rise and roam,
In the witching hour, far from home.
Bridge:
Silent footsteps on the forest floor,
Beware the knock upon your door.
With a flick of the wrist and a whispered word,
In the witching hour, the magic’s stirred.
Chorus:
Oh, the witching hour, midnight’s spell,
Where the wicked witches cast their tales.
In the darkness, they rise and roam,
In the witching hour, far from home.
Outro:
As the dawn breaks, the shadows fade,
The witches hide till night invades.
But when midnight calls, they’ll return once more,
In the witching hour, forevermore.