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＂