The song held them spellbound for what could be considered years, as they could not move for the fear that a single sound they made would taint the sound of it.
After a while, Prime sighed, his voice breaking the spell the song had over them. They could not just stand here forever when they had an important task before them, even though Prime would like nothing more than to stand here forever and listen to the voice of the Incarnation of his father.
Prime frowned when he sensed something, and he touched the air in front of him. A dawning look of horror began to cover his eyes. 'What is wrong with the time stream here?'
Looking back now, Prime realized that he had been too careless with his understanding of End, and its effects on concepts even as ephemeral as time.
"He has been singing for many eternities," Prime gasped in horror.
