burn, all minds aligned As the parish sighs in smoke. Enters lady revealed of cloak. To the haunting sound of the monstrance clock. Singing. Come together, together as a one. Come together for
-o-o-op ticking away. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. The clock don't sto-o-o-op ticking away. Away. Always hanging on the wall. No, it don't care at all. It won't slow down; it won't wait. The clock