The Eleventh HourWhen the bells call in the Eleventh hourAmber-eyed doves cry out and flee in haste,Sunlight shrinks from the ivory towerAnd its spires too; mottled and ivy-laced.The grating chimes ring through all of VeniceGrimly echoing down the shady lanes,Striking fear into the butcher's menaceSilencing the songbird's merry refrain.And Lo! the mighty sky's all a-quiverAs the Unholy pound against its doors,Soon to break, under the ever quickerTides, sweeping up to the End's blackened shores.Behold humanity's immortal plane,Embedded in the rocks of mortal bane.
ReminderOn those dark and stormy dayswhen the moon is Circe's night, Remind me of those days long goneremind me of Mankind's blight.Remind me when the Light is goneand Darkness comes to reign,Remind me when Freedom is imprisonedand tortured with rod and cane.Remind me when Nature is no longer Motherand Father Sky takes all,Remind me when madness erupts in the worldand Sanity suffers a fall.Remind me when the Truth is lostand Justice gets some glasses,Remind me when the solution is foundand rejected by the masses.Find me when eyes are blindand Music is tone deaf,Find me when all rights are wrongedand Ignorance is
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