And the clock strikes on,
A chain with the gun,
Hear the witching owl comes up,
All the waiting ones
And the hand strikes six
Out on the river sticks
And the witching hour long past dead,
Plays a solemn train
And the clock strikes eighteen
When it's nothin like you've ever seen
Cause a witching hour is drawing near
All your darkest fears
And the clock strikes one

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