Lyrics The Witching Hour - Lesbian Bed Death

The Witching Hour

Can you feel the magic in the air?
The whispers in the dark, the passion that we share
Can you feel the magic in the air?
Fever takes us there
I hear Lucifer calling
Another angel is falling
Enacting ancient rites
We’ll feast on flesh tonight
Let’s dance through the witching hour
Come dance with the dead
Let’s dance through the witching hour
Come dance with the dead
A drop of blood in the cauldron
A demonic possession
The children of Lilith
Bathe in the blood moon’s light
Hearts beat faster
Flames get higher
Feel the fire