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The clock ran out and wound down to its death
The people lamented its final breath
The people got angry, as fiery coals
The people got bigger, as a snowball rolls
The people would riot, a show of the dead
The dead would rise up, as the books have said
And as the doors open, the gates of hell
Will make a sound, as clear as a bell
And the people will stop in their deadly dance
And fall to the floor, as if stuck in a trance
The Dead will reign, and kill those who strive
To banish the Dead, and seek to thrive
But the people will falter, the people will fail
The people will die, the ship has sailed

The God will depart, he will take his leave
And the Dead will rule, the living will grieve

Description
The clock ran out and wound down to its death
The people lamented its final breath
The people got angry, as fiery coals
The people got bigger, as a snowball rolls
The people would riot, a show of the dead
The dead would rise up, as the books have said
And as the doors open, the gates of hell
Will make a sound, as clear as a bell
And the people will stop in their deadly dance
And fall to the floor, as if stuck in a trance
The Dead will reign, and kill those who strive
To banish the Dead, and seek to thrive
But the people will falter, the people will fail
The people will die, the ship has sailed

The God will depart, he will take his leave
And the Dead will rule, the living will grieve