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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"]