superstition and fear drove them all to accuse the friends and family of consorting with the devil gathering around huge bonfires and repeating chants vindictive the poor creatures to the flames the lost souls cried out in agony as the flames grew higher and higher burn witch burn witch burn this is the witching hour i can see the way you look at me you cant see beyond the veil i can tell the way you run from me im not your perfect fairy tale watch me burn can you feel me watch as i turn what do you see conflicted by your hurt so let me share your pain convicted for my church i was born in flames addicted to my fate watch as i devour convicted for my faith this is the witching hour dont you see the way i look at you i can see behind your eyes cant you tell the way i reach for you i wear my halo in disguise  i watch you burn i can feel you i watch as you turn what did you do conflicted by your hurt so let me share your pain convicted for my church i was born in flames addicted to my fate watch as i devour convicted for my faith this is the witching hour you must burn for what you have done you must burn for what you have done you must burn for what youve become you must burn conflicted by your hurt so let me share your pain convicted for my church i was born in flames addicted to my fate watch as i devour convicted for my faith this is the witching hour addicted to my fate watch as i devour convicted for my faith this is the witching hour this is the witching hour this is the witching hour2