Twelve o'clock beams with its mighty sorrow
heads bowed down in the mist they shall follow
their sight has been taken they can not see
they walk across land but they drown in the sea
but why do they follow if they to die?
their hopes have been taken from terrors and lies
lightning crashing down is the only light found
a crack from its brightness is the only sound
it controls their minds with its many ways
as it leads them to their dreaded days
