The drums had begun the rhythm that cannot be undone.
Hear the echo, hear the song, hear the image then shown.
Alas the four play at last!
Follow the spirit into the netherworld,
Into the shadow from where darkness dwells...
They play for the morning's dawn,
They play until the sun is born...
Alas the four play at last!
Flowing...
Running...
Showing...
The crescent beating subsides,
For minutes to pass hours, for hours to pass minutes...
Darkness dwells amongst the chords of hellish delight...
Alas the four play at last!
Hear me a word of reason...
Just one word...
One word...
One word! To recall while I sleep...
To remember when I meet...
Alas the four play at last!
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