Bells of notre dame
DarkmoonDamned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone
Taken by the Church, his soul will be slave of God
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd.
We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
Dancing on the tallest towers
Arcades and spires, filling his heart,
Deep like the choir, fine like the art
Is the place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh, my body prisions my poor soul,
Until I toll!
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
In the Wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd,
When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?
Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
Wants to be a rock or metal like his souless mates
We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
Crying on the tallest towers
Gargoyles and columns, his relity
Chants wich are solemn, his agony
Is this place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
Until i toll!
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
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- Silver Lake
- Kings Enthroned Upon Ashes
- Bells Of Notre Dame
- Time Is The Avenger
- Dragon Into The Fire
- Wehrwolfe (Anti-Martyr Brigade 2001)
- Maid Of Orleans
- Quest For The Eternal Fame
- From The Moons Mist We Arise
- Tear Soaked Ground
- Born In The Dark
- Vengeance For Withered Hearts
- Patriots Of Fire
- Wolf Cry
- Somewhere In Dreams
- Writhing Glory
- How In The Hell Can I Come Up
- Spirits In My Eyes
- The Dark Moor