tick tock, so wails the clock, sitting on my wall
it rhymes and reasons with me as i go through life, the dark hall
do you see its hands caressing the ages
putting the lines on faces of sages
dementia is here, can you stand with me
all is there is fathomless, can't you see?
where oceans that are ageless beat upon the sand,
where the blood of many sustains the land
Death is mine, and yours as well
We speak, we Rot, we yearn for hell
For we have minions, that exacts our wrath
I alone can follow that path
To Hell we fly, with our kin
We will stand with our Master of glorious sin
The good will die, the evil unleashed
your blood by our hands soon will be released,
must i speak of the myth of time,
of course i must, its your and mine
i partake in the pleasures of the flesh,
with my master soon i will mesh
time, is mine
time is yours
time is the ultimate evil lure
