Witching Hour from Bold Saber by BOLD SABER DRUE LANGLOIS

Witching Hour

A time of hollowness descends,
And chokes out inhibitions,
And then we're preying on the night,
And slip between the buildings.

And tiny creatures tend to flee
Before a presence very chilling,
And those unmentionable desires
Making themselves known.

Fierce strides at the Witching Hour,
Red lights at the Witching Hour.
If it sees at the Witching Hour,
Then it feeds at the Witching Hour.

Oooooh hoooo, way-Oh
Oooooh hoooo, way-Oh

And then we fall to hands and knees,
And howl the names of strangers,
Cats' eyes gleam here and there,
Climbing foggy fire escapes.

And trying to forget
A love too far away,
And those unmentionable desires
Asking to be shown.

Running mad at the Witching Hour,
Hell rides at the Witching Hour.
Birds low at the Witching Hour,
Black smoke at the Witching Hour.

Oooooh hoooo, way-Oh
Oooooh hoooo, way-Oh

Gonna have to do it!
Can't stop it, gotta do it!

• Comedy
• animation soundtrack
• crooner
• Canada