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