Why do I feel a presence lingering? Retreating from my apathy Always behind whispering You lost me, you found hate Echoes of the past Guardians of grey Time moves for no one here I can sense somebody's watching me Over my shoulder a silent scream Always behind with bitter tongues Whispers they keep menacing Echoes of the past An hourglass of blackened sand Monuments of fate I feel a presence rise Life once lost A clock begins to strike Her green eyes bearing down, down on me The clock queen in all her majesty Scepter in hand, subjects fold in half The clock queen in all her majesty The bell tolls, a doom clock A throne emerges from the dust Green eyes bearing down on me Clock queen in all her majesty Green eyes bearing down on me Clock queen in all her majesty