Minute me have marched on the field
The pendulum helps count the shields
Not much is left after the fray
So many gone so few get to stay
The Timelord he stares at his hands
And he watches, he just watches
As time ticks away
Grass grows through helmets and boots
Vines spread and capture their loot
In the end the earth will reclaim
And another fight ends in vain
The Timelord he stares at his hands
And he watches, he just watches
As time ticks away
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