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The God of time
What music he makes
An odd rhythm
To live and procreate to
We dance proudly
Or stumble in shame
To reach so much
But lose it all the same
Can't you hear the spirits?
They call you from beyond the shadows
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
We are many, and you shall be one of us
Keep on dancing from the cradle to the coffin
Can't you hear the dead?
Oh, they call you from beyond the shadows
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
We are many, and you shall be one of us
