| 标题:Witching Hour | |
| 艺术家:Black Majesty | |
| Cold's the night right next to you | |
| There's a figure staring | |
| In your room | |
| It's looking at you | |
| There is nothing you can do | |
| As you lay there frozen scared to move | |
| Not even breathing | |
| Must remain inside the light | |
| Not be called into the dark | |
| Tomorrow | |
| Where will you go? | |
| Where will you hide? | |
| In the witching hour | |
| Shadows looking back at you | |
| Where will you turn? | |
| Where will you run? | |
| Figures chasing after you | |
| You try to run | |
| But you can't run | |
| Expressionless the being | |
| Has drawn you into its enchantment | |
| As you feel the end is near | |
| You think your dreaming | |
| But your nightmare's only the beginning | |
| Tic toc, knock knock | |
| The hour of fear is drawing near | |
| What holds you dear | |
| That consummates you leaves you laying on the floor | |
| Tic toc, knock, knock | |
| Who is out there | |
| That has been scratching at your door? | |
| It is your fear | |
| That consummates you | |
| As you're huddled in your room |
| biao ti: Witching Hour | |
| yi shu jia: Black Majesty | |
| Cold' s the night right next to you | |
| There' s a figure staring | |
| In your room | |
| It' s looking at you | |
| There is nothing you can do | |
| As you lay there frozen scared to move | |
| Not even breathing | |
| Must remain inside the light | |
| Not be called into the dark | |
| Tomorrow | |
| Where will you go? | |
| Where will you hide? | |
| In the witching hour | |
| Shadows looking back at you | |
| Where will you turn? | |
| Where will you run? | |
| Figures chasing after you | |
| You try to run | |
| But you can' t run | |
| Expressionless the being | |
| Has drawn you into its enchantment | |
| As you feel the end is near | |
| You think your dreaming | |
| But your nightmare' s only the beginning | |
| Tic toc, knock knock | |
| The hour of fear is drawing near | |
| What holds you dear | |
| That consummates you leaves you laying on the floor | |
| Tic toc, knock, knock | |
| Who is out there | |
| That has been scratching at your door? | |
| It is your fear | |
| That consummates you | |
| As you' re huddled in your room |
| biāo tí: Witching Hour | |
| yì shù jiā: Black Majesty | |
| Cold' s the night right next to you | |
| There' s a figure staring | |
| In your room | |
| It' s looking at you | |
| There is nothing you can do | |
| As you lay there frozen scared to move | |
| Not even breathing | |
| Must remain inside the light | |
| Not be called into the dark | |
| Tomorrow | |
| Where will you go? | |
| Where will you hide? | |
| In the witching hour | |
| Shadows looking back at you | |
| Where will you turn? | |
| Where will you run? | |
| Figures chasing after you | |
| You try to run | |
| But you can' t run | |
| Expressionless the being | |
| Has drawn you into its enchantment | |
| As you feel the end is near | |
| You think your dreaming | |
| But your nightmare' s only the beginning | |
| Tic toc, knock knock | |
| The hour of fear is drawing near | |
| What holds you dear | |
| That consummates you leaves you laying on the floor | |
| Tic toc, knock, knock | |
| Who is out there | |
| That has been scratching at your door? | |
| It is your fear | |
| That consummates you | |
| As you' re huddled in your room |