| Lyrics: | The ticking hour of Father Time releases memories locked in mind
A wandering beggar digging
holes in all unspoken deeds of old
A yellow death lay on his face, a smile so fixed not of this
race
Indeed he'd known where he would go, to where he feared it clearly showed
The
devil I can safely tell
Has neither hoof, nor tail, nor sting
Nor is he, as some sages
swear,
A spirit, neither here nor there
In nothing-yet in everything
He is what we are-a
gentleman
A statesman spinning his web of crimes,
A swindler, living as he can
The
ticking hour of Father Time released the memories locked in mind
The clock's monotonous tick
obscured to most this man's so lonely cry
He'd said that with his clenched teeth, he'd seize the
earth from underneath
He'd seize the earth from underneath, and drag it with him down to hell |
