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