Witching Hour In Maine
E
ethan Malnaa
female vocals
r&b
rock
ambient
Gospel
sultry
Swampy rock-gospel fusion with female vocals: reverb-drenched guitars
slow tom-heavy groove
subby bass swells. Haunting call-and-response choir
stacked dissonant harmonies
and distant organ. Verses stay intimate and breathy; chorus explodes with churchy power and distorted ambient textures
eerie sound design weaving through the gaps. Dark
ritualistic energy arc building to a final choral crescendo.
Creat pe ian. 16, 2026
Versuri
[Intro]
[whispered vocals]
Fog crawling up my thighs
Ash on my tongue
Lanterns blink like tired eyes
Something wants to be undone
[Verse 1]
Black house on the broken hill
Salt line on the windowsill
Candles drip down my bare spine
You taste smoke in the red wine
Your breath
A little church bell
Shaking where my secrets dwell
[Chorus]
Witching hour in Maine
Say my name
Say my name
Let your halo stain
On my skin
On my chains
Hands together
We pray in the dark
Till the devil draws hearts on our hearts
Witching hour in Maine
Say my name
Say my name
[Verse 2]
Choir hums from the crooked trees
Low moans under every breeze
Pages stuck to my damp lips
You read spells off my hips
Tongue tracing every crooked rune
Like confession in a locked room
[Bridge]
[haunting choir]
“Come closer
Come closer”
They sing from the well
Bare knees in the clover
You’re under my spell
I drag my nails through your soft doubt
You arch like a question mark
Storm builds in your holy mouth
Thunder in the dark
[Chorus]
[whispered vocals]
Fog crawling up my thighs
Ash on my tongue
Lanterns blink like tired eyes
Something wants to be undone
[Verse 1]
Black house on the broken hill
Salt line on the windowsill
Candles drip down my bare spine
You taste smoke in the red wine
Your breath
A little church bell
Shaking where my secrets dwell
[Chorus]
Witching hour in Maine
Say my name
Say my name
Let your halo stain
On my skin
On my chains
Hands together
We pray in the dark
Till the devil draws hearts on our hearts
Witching hour in Maine
Say my name
Say my name
[Verse 2]
Choir hums from the crooked trees
Low moans under every breeze
Pages stuck to my damp lips
You read spells off my hips
Tongue tracing every crooked rune
Like confession in a locked room
[Bridge]
[haunting choir]
“Come closer
Come closer”
They sing from the well
Bare knees in the clover
You’re under my spell
I drag my nails through your soft doubt
You arch like a question mark
Storm builds in your holy mouth
Thunder in the dark
[Chorus]