Scythe of Time

I see the church, the town of Edinboro A tower of memories, of love and sorrow I remember the past, as I was a child Dreaming of God and trying to fly I climb the stairs straight to the top Thinking and screaming, about such lowly lot I know for death who comes for me But in my mind I cannot see Hours of Fate are in my neck I feel the scythe of time and there's no way back I put my head out through the window Watching the people on the streets below And I forgot the tower's clock A lonely prison what a shock I feel the pointer cut into my flesh I lost an eye and blood runs down my neck I see my head falling down from the tower I know I'm dead and I lost my power Hours of Fate are in my neck I feel the scythe of time and there's no way back