The hands of his watch are slowing down,
People around look about and frown.
The darkness will envelop their minds.
There is no hope for the one who winds
The clock forever again and anew,
Dying and rising, locked on a pew.
The mercy was buried with the second sun;
Nothing is left but a desire to run.
The lonely nomad roams the stars,
Concealing in dark his numerous scars.
But one wrong note, you blink and there
Is the Storm, whose fury no one will bear.
"Tick-tack" - such a beautiful song...
So sad, it's not going to last long.
The music will turn to dust and ashes, -
Will they hear when the universe crashes?
And he will fall, crowning the rhyme
With a gentle whisper - The End Of Time.