The Clock Part 3: The Satyr's Song

I just go, skipping down the road
I haven't a care on this earth
It doesn't matter me none
Who wins this pathetic turf

I am here for my own amusement
While a battle goes above my head
A rain of bodies fall from the sky
I'll be glad when they are all dead

the watchers and the acolytes,
they are human, pitiful scum indeed
I just laugh at them, what else can I do?
It's most funny to watch them all bleed

The demons and angelic knights
thier judgment will come later
Twelve strikes at the bell
Means nothing to this Satyr