The roll of metal teeth that grind,
care not for love, they do not mind
the cries of lovers in distress
or dying men at death’s dark door.
They march forward, with soldier’s feet,
each movement made precise and neat.
No flourish here, they must insist,
that single turn and nothing more.
That single turn that brings us near
to our hopes, our loves, our fear.
Then forever lost from our lives,
the moment leaves forever more.
So let bells ring, let us rejoice.
Quiet no more, we raise our voice.
Carpe Diem! The end is neigh!
Live and Love and Cry before