The Wicked Hour Songtext
von Flotsam and Jetsam

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

I live under the mask of darkness (mask of darkness)
A blackened veil of the unknown (blackened veil of the unknown)
I need a sign to follow up into the light
The wicked hour finds me alone