Lyrics:

Old man time, Wisdom and Rhyme

Seeker of reason, reaper of time

Born to a spell he walks the beaten path

To hell, rusty shackles of time burden his mind

Once on his side time turns to defy.

In a flash of the lightning he's come and gone.

The clock strikes the hours, he climbs to the belfry

As he's done a thousand hours before.



Many dark years, not a vacant hour through

War and fear had the bell been ever strayed,

Hypnotized rhythmic pendulum synchronized

With the beat of the old man's heart.

Man or machine he's living a dream

Forever the clock lives so does he

Faces below fade with seasons of long ago

Forever awake in his brass bed.

Who holds the key.



It's all a matter of time, is there reason

Or Rhyme - is there?

Traveler in time another left

Behind - you are



Tangled in the web of time you've

Swallowed the pill of illusion.

Writings so clear on the wall you

Waste in seclusion

Mirror reflects the mark of the crowfoot

In his eyes now he realize.

Nearing his hour he climbs to the belfry

As he's done a thousand hours before



Moon of blue is in the sky

West wind he whispers why

Sacrifice living for life his perpetual vice



Lonely win blows through his empty soul.

He cries a river of tears on the clock below

Nothings forever and time will tell

His tears rust the clock and he died as well