Dry up the sea and empt the sky
Return all living things to dust
Grind down the hills and with a sigh
reduce all man's great works to rust
Eat up the moon and earth and mars
and with a universal chime,
snuff out the sun and douse the stars
This is the victory of Time
A time will come when time is all
that's left and matter wears away
Then time will raise his voice and call,
Let there be light is what he'll say