Slowly now the threads of age are starting to unwind

(Chorus:)
        Queen of the hours
        Along, Along, Along the path of time, of time,
        She is still
        The clock shall tell the tale
        When all is well, is well.

Black was the night that came in from the East and caused the land to sleep.
Riding on a storm, it carved a message in Isabella Creek.

(Chorus)

Dawn is the death wish night has passed away, it left the sacred flower,
Opened up the grave and bowed its life unto the Queen of Hours