Texty:
Hour Cast

suicidal grief What renaissance this hour will bring Dark grimoires of sorceries Filled with spells of cursed conjurations Bring down the witching hour

precussions of action Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks Preaching that God spook, Napolean remains hostile Cast

to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour

jail Too low to dig I might just touch Hell Hot Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and

one and one is two wooo There could never be a father who loved His daughter more than I love you Trust your intuition It's just like goin fishin' You cast

Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I'm in

along 'cause even if you're wrong I'll stand by you I'll stand by you Won't let nobody hurt you I'll stand by you Take me in into your darkest hour

Death and shadow casts on life, scares me little or none People tell me of a divine right and happy chosen one I'm a freak 'cause my morals clash with

even the wickedest souls that burned have never been] {There was a soul named Damien, he was nothing heaven could save} [Instead he was cast to the flames