The Witching Hour

55, 56, 57, 58, 59
Tick tock the seconds knock
From the old grandfather clock

Suddenly, Hell’s bells the clock strikes twelve
Tis now the hour that horrid evil dwells

Graveled voices of incantation rhymes
Sing to the music of Westminster chimes

Now begins the malevolent Witching Hour
Feel a cool breath on your neck of its power

Old bones rattle, graveyards quake
Rats scurry chased by slithering snakes

Pray you all, for the passing of every second
Thank the Virgin for each ticking minute

For it’s more than just your flesh at stake
But your very soul the devil covets to take