Tick… Tick… Tok.
A clock winds in a small town,
The place was lost in hazy, foggy mist.
Hidden in the meadow of mystery and mayhem,
But when the clock strikes 12:00.
A bell will ring, unless…
The dawn turns to dusk and the moon turns red!
Ring… Ring… Ring!
The time? 11:00, The ringing is so unfamiliar.
A warning? A siren? Or a traveler…
A traveler to my village… to the village?
Finding us throughout the fog and meadows?
No, no… no clock…
Tick… Tick… Tick… Tok!
Ring, Ring… Rung!
12:00.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC
Tick… Tick… Tok.
A clock winds in a small town,
The place was lost in hazy, foggy mist.
Hidden in the meadow of mystery and mayhem,
But when the clock strikes 12:00.
A bell will ring, unless…
The dawn turns to dusk and the moon turns red!
Ring… Ring… Ring!
The time? 11:00, The ringing is so unfamiliar.
A warning? A siren? Or a traveler…
A traveler to my village… to the village?
Finding us throughout the fog and meadows?
No, no… no clock…
Tick… Tick… Tick… Tok!
Ring, Ring… Rung!
12:00.