Midnight alignment

The world is a metal shaped
Clockworking device

Tick, tack
Tick, tack

Banging at the sound of battle drums
Beating at the speed of heart beats

March, march!

March, march!

Trembling at the rush of steel impetus

Cracking at the hysteria of frantic ammo

Tick, tack
Tick, tack

Every year, every day
Every hour, every second
Expiring at the rate of brain synapses
Ending at the death of thousand people

Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!

Marking a fuse with a death warranty

Launching a rocket with a nuclear warhead

Tick!

Tack!
Time is nigh!

Time is now!

It’s eleven, fifty five
Ticking until the final countdown

It’s eleven, fifty six
Ta'king into the fatal fallout

Tick!

Tack!

Time is nigh!

Time is now!

The pointers are sharp
And made of steel

It’s eleven, fifty seven

Like two eager swords
Eager for slaughter and thirsty for blood

It’s eleven, fifty eight

Like two trap doors
Closing on in, crushing all late in time

It’s eleven, fifty nine

Like two scissors blades
Cutting off all that took till the last minute

Tis time, yes it is time!

Time is nigh, time is now!
Midnight alignment!
Midnight alignment!

Every bell in a solemn tune
Singing in a perfect symphony
Dramatic ballads in the scheme of night
Unveiling the secrecy of the darkness
In a melancholic ceremony
To start a new circle of life