Tick extends the claw
Tock opens the jaw
Tick a trickle now
Tock it soon will flow
Call a vision scream
Live a primal dream
Winged death for feast
Hungry Clockwork Beast
Tick is something lost
Tock forget the cost
Tick breathe in the scent
Tock brimstone descent
No matter what the pain
Bitter metal brain
Clarion call for feast
Dying Clockwork Beast
Tick regret the war
Tock starving for more
Tick consume the peace
Tock leave the rotting meat
Ticking slowed and ceased
Pieces never greased
Death has lost it's priest
Fallen Clockwork Beast
Rusted steel's elation
Joints sing desecration
Nothing's meant to last
Clockwork Beast has past
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