From my armchair I look into the future, see the darkness rising

a tidal wave that takes my thoughts and flood them into the past

on to the shore of puzzled memories, torn and forgotten

now forming just the silhouettes of a pale story I once heard.



A tale about 999's last days in december

when the people of Rome all gathered in the dark and cold

to watch a great clock's hands ending the dial's top

thousands of eyes hypnoticed by the midnight strikes.



But suddenly it stopped right inbetween - and all was silent

some people died in hopeless fear, was this the end of time

as silence burst out into madness, screams and tears

will the Four Horsemen be our fate, or panic rip out minds?



Silently the clock went on, a new millenium born

and silently the night now shows me it's oh so absolute form

but soon comes down scratching the monolith black

as slowly spreads the story's meaning in me as a zodiac sign did.



Sure I will die within few months and with me all I swallowed

yet unlike thousand years ago time will not stop - I will be followed

and though I wish I do not have to go - I'll give you me and my world

to be alive with you as long as you are.It's worth signal to noise.