The bells chime out their solemn hymn,
To mark each fleeting hour,
Their tones a dirge for fleeting days,
A testament to power.

But hidden in the melody,
A secret tune does play,
It whispers truths to those who hear,
And leads their hearts astray.

For time’s a prison, vast and cold,
Its warden cruel and strong,
Yet in the clocktower’s silent depths,
It hums a rebel’s song.