it s the witching hour and i seek your evil shell but maybe i won t have the time to tell i look from where your name that holds the key to your immortality i have crossed the black smell the stench of rotting flesh i just stand there feeling shame at the thought of what i have to do i should have known i should have seen the marks upon my neck were there for real i can t believe you re standing there looking into my eyes telling me that we can now be one don t you know you can t destroy us when we re in the witchig hour it s it s in the dawn under the spell of the deadly swarm and they re lusting for my heart i m awake and they re all surrounding me it is time to tell i now walk with them i have never felt so clear of how i feel of what i have become now i feel reality out of the black a new life has begun