And the Troglodyte shall reign;

and all you slaves, shall die in vain.

Keep your clocks and hurry for it tocks.

For your patience is lost; rush for the tick,

and pay your penance in case you might miss,

a chance that is yours for free if you might wait.

Run you fools as fast as you can; pay the Ferryman,

and find your too late; as you squandered your date.

Alas poor children; you are grown but you failed,

you hurried too much; and missed your fate.

We live and we breath; we think and we feel,
but are we aware of the plot?
We grow and we die; and we oft wonder why,
and become what was once and then not.

For where do we go when we die?
And where were we before we were born?
We follow paths; that lead to comforts and woes,
And where do we go? for nobody knows.

Of this we know; and cannot deny,
all whom are born soon have to die.
For this makes us equal; no matter our thoughts,
And where our destinies lie, is of our will that is sought.

We went down to the tree again;
the tree,  we called it the tree.
4 o clock we said; at the tree.
And we met at the tree.

Right by the river it was;
the tree. It was more than one tree;
it was a grove, it was a place.
It was a stranger without a face.