• Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock,
    Can you hear the toll of the clock?
    Reaping, ringing, whistling, winding,
    Listen to the mourmens crying.
    See the Raven at the sill,
    wishing you a deathly will.
    Hear that cold wind blowing brightly,
    Tempting you to make you smiling.

    Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock,
    Can you hear the toll of the clock?
    Calling, falling, hearing, searing,
    Hear the call of the Raven tearing
    Through you veins and through your heart,
    See the vision of you true love fall apart.
    Above your head, and out of your reach,
    Gripping, grinding, guilty, guiding.

    Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock,
    Can you hear the toll of the clock?
    Lying on your deathly grave,
    Hear the callings, wind and wave.
    The Raven sits perching, peaceful and periless,
    Eyeing every movement, with eagerness elighting,
    Calling to the wind, "Come! Let there be lightning!"
    The winds shout and the storm bellows,
    The sky opens, and out comes the mellow,
    Electricity is in the air, can you feel it?

    Of course not, isn't it luck?
    Not to hear, the toll of the clock...
    Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock...