TIME – TIME – TIME
(1)
Thunder rolling in the East
And thunder in the West -
The Riders of Apocalypse
Sit poised upon the crest.
Winds foul with the smell of death ,
And darkness at High Noon :
Signs and portents race like clouds
Across a spirit moon -
(Chorus)
And it's
Time-time-time
Yes, it's time-time-time :
Oh I think this time
It's very nearly time !
(2)
On roads of broken promises
And streets of shattered dreams
Our poor lie dead for lack of bread;
A cast off baby screams !
Behold ! The Ancient Serpent stirs:
Aroused by anguished cries -
Its tongue flicks out in search of prey:
Behold its dazzling eyes !
(Chorus)
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