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And the clock strikes one

[A date] with the gun

Yeah the witching hour comes upon

All the waiting ones

And the hand strikes six

On the river Styx

And the witching hour long past dead

Raise a solemn drink

And the clock strikes eighteen

And it's nothing like you've ever seen

Cuz the witching hour's drawing near

Oh, your darkest fear

And the clock strikes one

[A date] with the gun

Yeah the witching hour comes upon

All the waiting ones

Morning star, light my way

Blackest light, keep me straight

Candle burn, light the skies

Hear my name, no more [hide]