Tommee Profitt, Brooke Griffith - Witching Hour

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Fire, fire
This city’s on fire, fire
This city’s on fire, fire, fire
Here in the witching hour
Come down from your tower
Don’t you know this city’s on fire
You have got to get out now
Can you hear the sound?
Can you hear the sound?
Of these armies marching on the ground
On the ground
This is the revolution
Power, power
Gotta keep your power, power
Gotta keep your power, power, power
Grab your guns and swords
Rise like warriors
We are gonna fight this battle
Take your post, pick up your armor
This is the revolution
Ohhh, oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-ohh
Ohhh, oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-ohh
Ohhh, oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-ohh
Ohhh, oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-ohh, ohhh