Witching Hour - Angelus Apatrida

Wake up!

This damn sweats soaks the bed again

I can see but I can’t move

A faint mist dressed the room

Caught up!

A strange dead weight is on my chest

Blurred images all around

Increases the sense of gloom

The smell of ancient terrors fills with a darkened atmosphere

Her black coat gives off sorrow, and impure perfume, scented fear

She touched my face with ice-cold fingers

A horrid vision full of formless shapes

She keeps vigil at my bedside place

Until the dream begins again

Voices!

Hissing shades hide in the obscurity

No tick tock heard on the clock

Time is gone and lost

Freezing!

My body shakes with electricity

Anxiety has imprisoned me

The evil shows its form

The eyes of the departed stare like needles in my back

Her tongue speaks no language, a muffled groan inside my head

She takes the chance to rule my illusions

A vague recall of reality

The witching hour lasts eternally

So let the dream begin again

Walking through the dismal valley, through the abysmal dark

Slave of a living nightmare, there’s no end.

No turning back

Deep sunken eyes are watching

The black mass takes its hold of me

Her wrinkles, carved with fire, tell memories from a thousand lives

She touched my face with ice-cold fingers

A horrid vision full of formless shapes

She keeps vigil at my bedside place

Until the dream begins again

She takes the chance to rule my illusions

A vague recall of reality

The witching hour lasts eternally

So let the dream begin again