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letra de witching hour - smiley aka sykotik

[intro]
wickedsick productions

[chorus: razakel]
ooh, it’s witching hour
ooh, i feel its power
ooh, it is sour
this night is ours, witching hour
one a.m., two a.m., three a.m., it’s witching hour
blackest magic fills the night, i feel its power
the stench of death is in the air, it is sour
this night is ours, witching hour

[verse 1: smiley aka sykotik]
sometimes i feel like i ain’t myself
feeling like a cen0bite escaped, tryna hide from h-ll
rata-tat-tat, i’m knocking on the devil’s door
two a.m. is when i seen them metamorph
who got the ouija board, i’m tryna contact
the other world with the power of the work load
now i hear the creaks coming through the floor boards
the candles go out and i’m swallowed in the dark abyss (agh!)
the cold mist seem to seep in my skelеton
the spirits surround me making my mind so malevolеnt
is if i reach the very top of the pyramid
i feel my powers as if they’re limitless
i’m starting to see the kids apparitions
standing in the corners like the blair witch project’s
the witching hour’s so loving and so ominous
i’m trapped in the dark room, forever their hostage
[chorus: razakel]
ooh, it’s witching hour
ooh, i feel its power
ooh, it is sour
this night is ours, witching hour
one a.m., two a.m., three a.m., it’s witching hour
blackest magic fills the night, i feel its power
the stench of death is in the air, it is sour
this night is ours, witching hour

[interlude]
teach us that way. we summoned and stirred it. lend us your power, show us your glory. we have souls sitting. be above me, be above me. hannah, no, no!

[chorus: razakel]
one a.m., two a.m., three a.m., it’s witching hour
blackest magic fills the night, i feel its power
the stench of death is in the air, it is sour
this night is ours, witching hour

[verse 2: razakel]
hands on the ouija planchette, i don’t fear it
i just wanna contact the spirits
n0body else wants to come near it
i’m screaming “do you hear it?”
ghosts, witches, demons, please come to me
three a.m., oh yes, marking the holy trinity
it ain’t that time, it’s that time
i’m looking in the mirror, the reflection’s not mine
chills running down my spine, have i crossed the line?
tell me, is this a sign? d-e-a-d
that’s what the ouija board spells out to me
the candles go out and the board is awake
and i feel them surrounding all around me
you don’t wanna know what’s coming, no
it’s about to be a bl–dy good show
watch my knife as it shines and glows
stabbing you to death, yes, you’re gonna die slow
evil thoughts consume me, this night, it seems so gloomy
don’t bother running, hiding, it don’t matter, you can’t fool me
or rule me, better pray to jesus, say your hale mary’s
no one’s gonna save you in that barrel as you’re dead and buried
i’m scary like bl–dy mary, soaked in blood friend’s will call me carrie
my name is razakel and i’m taken to death, i’m merry
[chorus: razakel]
ooh, it’s witching hour
ooh, i feel its power
ooh, it is sour
this night is ours, witching hour
one a.m., two a.m., three a.m., it’s witching hour
blackest magic fills the night, i feel its power
the stench of death is in the air, it is sour
this night is ours, witching hour

[verse 3: akazie]
take your last breath, smell the red rose
grab you by your windpipe then i make it close
where you gonna run to? i snipped off your toes
keep ’em h-lla hot, edging on an overdose
i’m not slipknot, i don’t need a mask
make her feel pain while i f-cking laugh
bleach going down the drain is the aftermath
two weeks of torture then it’s in the past
you can beg, you can kick, you can scream, you can cry
sorry little b-tch but you’re still gonna die
i was born with a little demon in my soul
deep late nights gonna get out of control (ugh!)
i was on the ouija like bone thugs
i’ma grab a rock and show you what the stone does
beat you in the head ’til it makes sense
bl–dy murder, that’s the motherf-cking basics
leave a bl–dy trail in my asics
times four ’cause i’m on a different pace, b-tch
i’m involved with helping them solve cases
thinking of the underground like some bas-m-nts
moving f-cking shadow, get to bend ’em like a spirit screaming at the top of they lungs but can’t n0body hear it
i’m a motherf-cking villain in the night
f-ck clean, mix the bread in with the sprite
on my indiana jones, cali mob don’t fight it
blood dripping from my pen is how i write it
(blood dripping from my pen is how i write it, blood dripping from my pen is how i write it)
[chorus: razakel]
ooh, it’s witching hour
ooh, i feel its power
ooh, it is sour
this night is ours, witching hour
one a.m., two a.m., three a.m., it’s witching hour
blackest magic fills the night, i feel its power
the stench of death is in the air, it is sour
this night is ours, witching hour

- smiley aka sykotik

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