John Skelley - The Echoes of the Clockwork Queen Lyrics

In the tower where time stands still,
The Clockwork Queen rules with iron will,
Her heart, a gear, in her chest does spin,
With every tick, fate begins.

Her eyes, like lanterns in the dark,
Glow with stories of a world stark,
Where time is but a cruel jest,
And all are bound by her behest.

Turn the gears, hear them creak,
Her reign is long, her heart is bleak,
In her kingdom of rusted dreams,
The Clockwork Queen, she steams.

Beneath the moon's unchanging gaze,
She orchestrates the end of days,
With hands that never tire or rest,
She weaves a tapestry of unrest.

Her voice, a chime, a warning bell,
Telling tales of what befell,
In lands where time has lost its grip,
Where even shadows take a sip.

From her throne of cogs and springs,
She watches as the doomsday brings,
An end to all that's known and seen,
The Queen of gears, the time machine.

Turn the gears, hear them creak,
Her reign is long, her heart is bleak,
In her kingdom of rusted dreams,
The Clockwork Queen, she steams.

As the final hourglass runs dry,
She'll close her eyes, the world to sigh,
In her silence, time will cease,
The Clockwork Queen, her final peace.

Now the echoes of her reign,
Whisper through the clockwork plain,
A reminder of the time we've lost,
In the silence, at what cost.