We´re layin in our beds
There´s something in the dark
We hear voices in our heads
and the warewolf´s bark
Here´s our revelation
See our transformation

Ref:
It is the witching hour
We are the creaures of the night
Now grow our powers
We can feel your fright
It is the witching hour
We are the creaures of the night

We flies through the sky
We cannot die
You cannot hide
Look into our eyes
We want to drive you insane
We want to feel your pain
We want to taste the blood in your veins

You walking at the streets
Don´t you feel the heat
Now we got you in sight
We´re hungry for your meat
It will be e a short fight