The Clock of the Twenty-Twelve

The memories of a man in his young age
Think of the clock of the twenty-twelve
He shuffle in gloom of the sick room
And talk to himself as he die

They get the others to fight for them
Persecuting them would appeared to be wrong
And maybe they'll make it to the top
And you may find it hard to get off

And then now they ruled this world
Get others to fight and die for them
But did you know what you're fighting for?
That you're summoned by the master of fox hounds

The memories of a man in his young age
Think of the clock of the twenty-twelve
He shuffle in gloom of the sick room
And talk to himself til he die.