listen then to the heavy tread in darkened halls
slow and heavy as moments preserved in amber
or specimens in shadow boxes hung on walls
of the cheerless dour gloom of the master’s chamber
with the dong dong dong of the ancient clock ringing
slow and heavy as moments preserved in amber
dismal moody atmosphere lingering clinging
imitation heartbeat echos through empty rooms
with the dong dong dong of the ancient clock ringing
sounding out the drear misery of empty tombs
wind-up dancer emerging now free from her box
imitation heartbeat echos through empty rooms
clockwork people stations to abidingly walk
passing all the angry ghosts that still vigil keep
wind-up dancer emerging now free from her box
never again will she have any hope to sleep
listen then to the heavy tread in darkened halls
passing all the angry ghosts that still vigil keep
or specimens in shadow boxes hung on walls