Tick, tack... the clock is ticking.
Tick, tack... all life is dripping
out of the body of Time.

Tick, tack... the clock is tripping.
Tick, tack... the tongues are licking
the wounds from the body of Crime.

Mother Merry, need we go all the way?
Mother Merry, shouldn't we stop and pray
for the Son of our Father long lost?

Mother Merry, haven't we gone all astray?
Mother Merry, why should we feed and prey
on the Son and His Holy Ghost?

Tick, tack... all life is sleeping.
Tick, tack... the tongues are sticking
out of the body of Time.

Tick, tack... the blood is dripping.
Tick, tack... and nature's weeping
the death of the body of Crime.