wake to the creaks and groans of the motors and the masts on the sovereign sea trinkets of shrieking bone tainted tokens of a past come to trouble me out of time i go running as youre running out of time storming forth i return from the nothing i am back to reclaim whats mine cast into darkest voids ever waiting for the chime of the hand at two clots of a heart destroyed circulating in the blind as they stand with you out of time i go running as youre running out of time storming forth i return from the nothing i am back to reclaim whats mine keep the clocks a running keep every hammer drumming time will open the doors keep the clocks a running keep every hammer drumming im coming back to the fore set the wheels im coming back to the fore clockworks click and they clink within locks and riddles of rings will spin cogwheels linking the springs and pins the walls are closing in and i have been to some bad bad places taken gifts at the darkest shrines i have seen despair in the saddest faces now im back to reclaim whats mine keep the clocks a running keep every hammer drumming time will open the doors keep the clocks a running keep every hammer drumming im coming back to the fore set the wheels im coming back to the fore theres a whalesong drifting over the shores set the wheels im coming back to the fore1