MY WITCHING HOUR
My Witching Hour
©2019 Sam Wilson
What to say of the bitter bloody end
Death is my dear sweet beautiful friend
Thoughts come when you're wasted, cold, alone
You look for that trusted voice on the phone
How are you feeling, is the storm overhead
As you shiver and tremble safe in your bed
Does the Legion reside within
One more unforgivable sin
Old Father Time is evil and cold
Relentless to the mortal soul
After life and love are all devoured
Come join me in My Witching Hour
Would you, would you fly with me
Where souls and spirits all soar free
No longer held by gravity or time
Mortality is man's perfect crime
Which brings you more terror, Heaven or Hell
Sometimes it's really hard to tell
A message given to heal your wounded soul
Still you wake up in that deep dark hole
Won't you play me just one more song
Let me forget all that is so very wrong
I can feel her coming to release me from here
Can I take your hand, can I take your fear
Old Father Time is evil and cold
Relentless to the mortal soul
After life and love are all devoured
Come join me in My Witching Hour