A maker of clocks shares a secret
That only a few can know
For he alone decides your fate
With a clock that steals your soul

This village of twenty thousand
Gets smaller everyday
For when the clock strikes midnight
Someone will pass away

A deal was made with the devil himself
For a clock that was made of gold
And all who dared to live there
Would simply never grow old

The clock maker was the oldest soul
That the village had ever known
The people would pay for the clock maker's sins
With their souls they must atone

The devil had promised a soul for a soul
So the clock maker is two hundred and eight
But the rest of the village don't live to see forty
For the clock maker decides their fate

At a quarter 'til midnight, a name is drawn
From a box that's shrouded in black
The angel of death leads them away
Never to bring them back

The next time you see the clock maker
Be sure to ask him  his age
But if he smiles as the clock strikes twelve
Prepare to pay him his wage