And the clock strikes on, A chain with the gun, Hear the witching owl comes up, All the waiting ones And the hand strikes six Out on the river sticks And the witching hour long past dead, Plays a solemn train And the clock strikes eighteen When it's nothin like you've ever seen Cause a witching hour is drawing near All your darkest fears And the clock strikes eighteen When it's nothing like you've ever seen Cause a witching hour is drawing near All your darkest fears And the clock strikes one A chain with the gun Hear the witching hour comes up on All the waiting ones Burning down Walk my way Blackest light Keep it straight Candle burn Light the skies Hear my name Elbows High