Mountains crumble
Kings become extinct
Countries rise and fall
As rivers turn to dust

Old songs that once were song
With a joyous praise now
Only are whispers on the wind that
Sometimes will brush the past into your ear

That clock keeps ticking
Despite all the troubles in the world

It makes life more appreciative
As it alone will last forever
Over the centuries and millennia
We will change but it shall not

When all else is ceased
Everything is black and corose
There is no more light to be seen
It shall carry on stronger than ever

So despite all the troubles in the world
That clock will keep ticking