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 |