Molecule. - Devil's Hour Lyrics

Church bells ring in the distance
Nuns run to bring in the infants
Lightening flashes and in an instant
the cathedral yards are different
Menacing shadows are casted
Crows caw calling the masked kid
to awaken and start clawing the casket
He has vacant eye sockets from remaining stagnant
Now he seeks revenge, hearing the screams of his friends
Hinges squeak and he extends
For the first time in a couple millenniums
Pushing with no muscle tissue till he sifts the dirt
Rib cage exposed through his rotting shirt
Swimming through the soil till the surface emerged
From that moment on the church grounds were cursed
Dead birds rebirth
Head stones sink in the Earth
Disembodied words are heard from the service
Blood of Christ is spilled when they observe his
Lopsided figure swaying in the doorway
Stabbing families with spikes making their core spray
What a horror display
To their dismay, the telephone cords lay
Separated on the floor in a puddle of gore where the children still play
This is the Devil's Hour
While the undead devour
the survivors wish for a better way to shower
Picture red with the consistency of chowder
If you want them to stop, you may need to scream louder

Church bells ring in the distance
Nuns run to bring in the infants
Lightening flashes and in an instant
the cathedral yards are different
Menacing shadows are casted
Crows caw calling the masked kid
to awaken and start clawing the casket
He has vacant eye sockets from remaining stagnant
Now he seeks revenge, hearing the screams of his friends
Hinges squeak and he extends
For the first time in a couple millenniums
Pushing with no muscle tissue till he sifts the dirt
Rib cage exposed through his rotting shirt
Swimming through the soil till the surface emerged
From that moment on the church grounds were cursed
Dead birds rebirth
Head stones sink in the Earth
Disembodied words are heard from the service
Blood of Christ is spilled when they observe his
Lopsided figure swaying in the doorway
Stabbing families with spikes making their core spray
What a horror display
To their dismay, the telephone cords lay
Separated on the floor in a puddle of gore where the children still play
This is the Devil's Hour
While the undead devour
the survivors wish for a better way to shower
Picture red with the consistency of chowder
If you want them to stop, you may need to scream louder