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Time is red
Time is deadly
Time under glass
Time will tell

The tale of the widow
Who walks her web
Mourning the night
Mourning the dead

Did you lose him to a broom
Trapped in a corner of the room?
Or was it under the foot
Of the marching black boot?

Is it the loneliness of night
That makes you reach out and bite?
The unawakened flesh
You lady in distress
Oh, you poor, poor suffering murderess
Time is red   Time is deadly   Time under glass   Time will tell      The tale of the widow   Who walks her web   Mourning the night   Mourning the dead      Did you lose him to a broom   Trapped in a corner of the room?   Or was it under the foot   Of the marching black boot?      Is it the loneliness of night   That makes you reach out and bite?   The unawakened flesh   You lady in distress   Oh, you poor, poor suffering murderess