When the hands of the clock Mark around 3 am The bells from beyond Announce a new innocent victim Wandering souls of the dead Rise from their ancient graves And strange beasts without form Are walking on the earth The bells from beyond, They are always looking at you Now run for your life You won't want to be the victim The time has come, the witching hour! And it's then when the shades Grow 'till reach their darkest shape Being the moon viewer of the feast, Nothing seems surviving there And whoever experiences that Will never be the same Even if time passes by The feast's about to begin The bells from beyond They are always looking at you Now run for your life You won't want to be the victim The time has come, the witching hour! The time has come, the witching hour! The time has come and you will only be safe When the first rays of the aurora enlighten all the horizon