Witching Hour
Andre Bratten Smaaland, Jorn Stubberud
Come hear the moon is calling, the witching hour draws near
Come hear the bell is tolling, mortals run in fear
Prepare the altar now and hear the virgin cry
Hold fast the sacrifice, for now it's the time to die
All hell breaks loose
Hell's breaking loose
Unveil the pentagram and feel the demons lust
Come watch the holy men who look on in disgust
Come taste blood and feel the heat of Satan's breath
Look in the sky's and see the warriors of death
All hell breaks loose
Hell's breaking loose
Witching hour
Our work is now complete, the blood runs fast and free
And Satan takes his bride and cry's of blasphemy
All hell rejoices at the child that she will bear
And Satan's only son shall be the worlds despair
All hell breaks loose
Hell's breaking loose
Witching hour