Witching hour

Superstition and fear drove them all

To accuse their friends and family

Of consorting with the Devil.

Wreathing around huge bonfires

And repeating chants

They consigned the poor creatures to the flames.

The tortured souls cried out in agony

As the flames mounted higher and higher.

«Burn witch! Burn witch! Burn!»

This is the Witching Hour

I can see the way you look at me

You can't see beyond the veil

I can tell the way you run from me

I'm not your perfect fairy tale

Watch me burn

Can you feel me?

Watch as I turn

What do you see?

Conflicted by your hurt

So let me share your pain

Convicted for my church

I was born in flames

Addicted to my fate

Watch as I devour

Convicted for my faith

This is the Witching Hour

Don't you see the way I look at you?

I can see behind your eyes

Can't you tell the way I reach for you

I wear my halo in disguise

I watch you burn

I can feel you

I watch as you turn

What did you do?

Conflicted by your hurt

So let me share your pain

Convicted for my church

I was born in flames

Addicted to my fate

Watch as I devour

Convicted for my faith

This is the Witching Hour

You must burn for what you have done

You must burn for what you have done

You must burn for what you've become

You must burn

Conflicted by your hurt

So let me share your pain

Convicted for my church

I was born in flames

Addicted to my fate

Watch as I devour

Convicted for my faith

This is the Witching Hour

Addicted to my fate

Watch as I devour

Convicted for my faith

This is the Witching Hour