Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind To blow away the veil of time Slowly now the threads of age Are starting to unwind
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
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
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
