Bells Of Notre Dame Lyrics
Damned 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 DameDancing on the tallest towersArcades and spires, filling his heart,Deep like the choir, fine like the artIs 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 gloomIn my dim gothic tombBut the bells in my heart chime for everWith the ding that belongsTo the king of their songsI'm the sound of Notre DameIn 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 fateWants to be a rock or metal like his souless matesWe hear the hunchback in Notre DameCrying on the tallest towersGargoyles and columns, his relity;Chants wich are solemn, his agonyIs this place my cell, is it?Is God's home my hell?Oh, my body imprisons my poor soulUntil i toll!I am grim, full of gloomIn my dim gothic tombBut the bells in my heart chime for everWith the ding that belongsTo the king of their songsI'm the sound of Notre Dame
Dark Moor Bells Of Notre Dame
