Midnight... The hour between the living and the lost. The moon is watching. And something... Is waking. Mmmmm... grrrrr... mmmmm... Aaaah... ooooh... Aaaah... eeeeh... I hear you calling through the darkness. Then follow the sound. Doom... doom... kah... Doom... doom... kah... Tss... tss... pah! I wear the midnight like a crown upon my head, I hear the secrets of the things the daylight never said, The shadows know my footsteps, every candle knows my name, I never needed lightning to command a little flame. I walk between the echoes where the broken whispers sleep, I keep a thousand promises the daylight couldn't keep, And when the clock is striking twelve, the silent windows shake, Not because the night is evil, but because the night is awake. I feel the cold against the stone, The ancient streets beneath my bones, I hear a voice beyond the rain, A song that knows my hidden name. No silver blade, no iron chain, Can make the wilderness behave, You call me from the other side, I answer with the rising tide. Do you hear the voices turning? I can hear them underground. Do you feel the darkness burning? I can feel it in the sound. Then leave your fear behind you. Let every shadow fall. When the hour comes for singing, We will answer every call. This is the witching hour! Where the silent voices rise! We build a tower out of breathing, Till it touches midnight skies! No strings to pull the darkness, No drums to wake the ground, Just a witch and wolf together Turning shadows into sound! Ah-ah-ah! Oh-oh-oh! Hear the midnight calling! Doom! Doom! Bmm-bmm-doom! Feel the darkness falling! Bwoom... bwoom... grr-bwoom... Doom-ba-doom... doom... Pff-kah! Pff-kah! Tka-tka-tss! Pah! Aaaah-ya-ya... Ooooh-ah-ah... Eeeeh-ya-ya... Ah-ah-ah! I've been running through the silence with the moon above my shoulder, Every winter made me harder, every passing night made me older, Got a thousand different echoes in the chambers of my chest, And a heartbeat like a war cry that refuses to find rest. I can hear the distant calling, I can feel the rhythm crawling, Through the walls and through the darkness, through the leaves that keep on falling, Every shadow has a story, every scar becomes a song, And the night can hold a secret but it cannot hold it long. Then bring me all your thunder, Bring the storms you cannot tame, I will turn them into harmonies And whisper out their names. I don't need a spellbook, I don't need a silver key, All the power in the darkness Is the voice inside of me. And the wilderness is listening, Every creature, every tree, When your melody surrounds me, Even shadows sound like peace. Take away the thunder. Take away the night. Take away the echoes. Leave a single light. Mmmmmmmmm... If the darkness has a heartbeat, If the silence has a soul, Then the voice that breaks the quiet Is the one that makes us whole. And when the clock strikes twelve? We don't run. We sing. Ah... ah... ah... Oh... oh... oh... Ah-ah-ah-ah! Oh-oh-oh-oh! Doom! Tss! Kah! Doom-doom! Pah! Bmm! Bmm! Tss! Hey! This is the witching hour! Where the silent voices rise! We build a tower out of breathing, Till it touches midnight skies! No strings to pull the darkness, No drums to wake the ground, Just a witch and wolf together Turning shadows into sound! Aaaaaaaaaah! Bwoooooooooom! When the world falls into silence, We'll be the last remaining sound. Midnight has passed. But the voices remain.
