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
Lyrics based on Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Peter Bell the Third"
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