The Final Hour

Lyrics

Beneath the tree, where time stands still,
The Rabbit waits, against his will.
A ticking watch, its hands in dread,
Each chime a step toward what lies ahead.
Her shadow falls, her breath like frost,
The girl he knew, forever lost.
Her silence cuts, a sharpened thread,
He feels the pull of what he fled.

"Alice, why? What have I done?"
But shadows speak, and light is none.
The chase begins, his heart betrays,
Through endless woods, through haunted haze.

The final hour, the clock unwinds,
No path to flee, no hope to find.
Her shadow hunts, her blade is near,
A fleeting cry, consumed by fear.
Through tangled roots, his time will fray,
The final hour takes him away.

He stumbles blind, his breath runs thin,
Her footsteps whisper, "Let me in."
The forest bends, its branches weep,
No place to hide, no safe retreat.
Her grin is sharp, her eyes decay,
A twisted joy in the predator’s play.
The Rabbit’s voice, a broken plea,
Drowns beneath her cold decree.

"Why do you chase? What do you crave?"
But mercy sleeps within her grave.
Each step she takes, the darkness grows,
Her Vorpal Blade, the end she shows.

The final hour, the clock unwinds,
No path to flee, no hope to find.
Her shadow hunts, her blade is near,
A fleeting cry, consumed by fear.
Through tangled roots, his time will fray,
The final hour takes him away.

His watch lies broken, time erased,
Each memory of her displaced.
Her voice, a whisper, cuts the air,
A hunter’s song, a hollow snare.
No mercy left, no love remains,
Just crimson trails and phantom chains.
Her blade descends, his breathing stills,
A queen reborn through vengeful kills.

The final hour, the race is done,
The Rabbit falls, the hunt is won.
Through crimson trails, she carves her throne,
A kingdom built on flesh and bone.
No light will rise, no prayers will stay,
The final hour has made its way.

Through Wonderland, her shadow reigns,
A silent ghost in broken chains.
His echoes fade, his ticking dies,
The Rabbit falls beneath her skies.
The girl is gone, the monster stays,
The final hour marks his grave.