#25, Riddle 4

I like riddles. The final one written for that roleplay thread.

My first begins a Song,
my next’s the end of time;
my third’s in neck and scratch,
my fourth in sword and prime:
a comb upon its side;
a headless scarecrow-frame;
now put my parts together
and you shall learn my name.

(Be wary of the comments in case the answer’s given there, of course.)

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