The Wicked Hour

Cold and gray, I call my home It's very dark and overgrown Life will hide just out of sight Into the shadows of the night The hair will raise upon your back In place of some unknown attack The freezing touch that bites the skin The terror ready to begin The cold wind blows through the deadest of the trees I have gotten dark in my alone There is nothing forcing stopping me I will take the weight of sitting throne The angels falling hard You can't begin to understand I can smell the scent of deviation in the air The wicked hour, close at hand I live under the mask of darkness A blackened veil of the unknown I need a sign to follow up into the light The wicked hour finds me alone Every turn, the same routine The smell of death and gasoline The mist and smoke are in your eye The feeling you're about to die The bumps that raise upon your skin Tell it's about to begin The unexplained is present here and now An icy chill to paralyze your spine I am in the darkness when alone No gun to my head as you can see Take on everything as if my own The angels playing cards And never giving up their hands I can see the signs of deviation in their eyes The wicked hour, close at hand I live under the mask of darkness A blackened veil of the unknown I need a sign to follow up into the light The wicked hour finds me alone Angels falling hard You can't begin to understand I can smell the scent of deviation in the air The wicked hour, close at hand I live under the mask of darkness (Mask of darkness) A blackened veil of the unknown (Of the unknown) I need a sign to follow up into the light The wicked hour finds me alone