Song parody of
The Wicked Hour
by Flotsam and Jetsam
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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
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
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
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
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
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
