At the eleventh hour

At the eleventh hour

 

Coast clear, Deed done

Seconds works in value

Tick tock await thee!

 

Hour of despair cometh

All Peter rode blue sea with empty boat

Tick tock ticking

Scars of unfulfillment grip my thought

Yet the cup pass me by not

 

New hope, No hope

Chances dingling

Tick tock ticking

Hour of damnation predestined my welcome

Thy faith grew in fate

 

With thy prepared voyage

Knew thy redemption is now

Tick tock ticking

Good deed sings like Lute

So as Cato, I lived on

 

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