Текст песни
In twilight's hush, the crows doth cry
A sable shroud o'er woods nigh
Whispers rise as spirits sigh
The witching hour is drawing nigh
'Neath the moon's cold, silv'ry glare
Slavic witches weave their snare
With ancient words, they call to bear
The powers that in darkness dare
Hearken, hearken, baleful might
In the still of dread's delight
Chanting till the morning light
Masters of the sable night
The witching hour, oh fearsome power
In the forest, the witches tower
Their chants resound, the demons cower
At the witching, the witching hour
Through the mists of time, they reach
With haunting song and eldritch speech
In the heart of Slavdom, witches teach
The lore that only night can breach
Growls rise from the earth below
As if the ground 'gan to bestow
Secrets old, in whispers low
The witching hour's fearsome glow
The witching hour's fearsome glow
The witching hour's fearsome glow
Hearken, hearken, baleful might
In the still of dread's delight
Chanting till the morning light
Masters of the sable night
The witching hour, oh fearsome power
In the forest, the witches tower
Their chants resound, the demons cower
At the witching, the witching hour
In the silence of the wood
Where the ancient powers stood
The witches' circle, hand in hand
Command the elements of the land
As dawn breaks, the spell unwinds
The witches' craft, in daylight blinds
But when night falls, you'll surely find
The witching hour in the mind
