Wandering through endless night
Wondering why life is the way it is
Walking steadily, as usual
Whistling the soft tune you learned
When you were little:

Time strikes three
When penance is vowed
You shall run
Far, far away
To where is your choosing
You shalt not be broken
By the people of the Church
For those things you’ve done
The things you’ve believed in
Thy shall be there
When thine’s time is struck
You needn’t run more
No one will catch you now

Escaping your penance
You walk on without fear
No one will catch you
For thou’s time has struck midnight
Deep sleep awaits the weary one