Black Candle Séance Lyrics

Midnight, the witching hour
Stories of the dead and devoured
They meet here to find the answers
In this decrepit run down mansion
Gather in the circle and joining hands
The old woman spoke and chants began

Air grows cold
Candle starts to flicker
Whispers in the room,
Hearts beats quicker
Something forms in the smoke filled room
Trapped inside this is their doom.

Haunted
They're coming for us
From realm of the dead
We have broken their trust
Spirits materialize
Cannot turns back from the
Black candle séance
Crystal ball, filled with blood,
Was a sign to stop this all
Trapped in place, cannot move,
Chilling touch,
Horrid face

Black candle séance
Black candle séance

Years of decay
Have kept them away
Now they return to kill
From their slumber

Midnight, the witching hour
Stories of the dead and devoured
They came here to find the answers
No one left but rotting corpses

Forgotten ones
That could never rest
When they were living
They were tortured to death.

Black candle séance
Black candle séance