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Deep in the forest, deep in the woods
They're summoning the spirit that would chain this world for good
In a blood-soaked handkerchief they wrap the crooked spell
Their sour faces wrinkle as they chime the wedding bell
The god they hail is Quantity, their temple is a Clock
They deny the nine worlds blankly at the crowing of the cock
Today they hold a marriage rite where Quantity weds Force
And this they think will bind the world and keep it on its course
The fiendish scheme is not a dream, it's all about control
Magic to kill magic, but the method mocks the goal
The men of Ness put on their best, the wedding guests draw near
They crunch another number while the masses clap and cheer
Justice, what is justice - is it what the Ness men deem?
Or is it something deeper, from the poet's frenzied dream?
The wedding may take place but it will never run its course
A consummation cannot be, for Quantity hates Force...
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