Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind to blow away the veil of timeSlowly now the threads of age are starting to unwindQueen of the hoursAlong, Along, Along the path of time, of time,She is stillThe clock shall tell the taleWhen all is well, is well.Black was the night that came in from the East and caused the land to sleep.Riding on a storm, it carved a message in Isabella Creek.Dawn is the death wish night has passed away, it left the sacred flower,Opened up the grave and bowed its life unto the Queen of Hours.
