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Ring Bells of Perdition
When life at last begins to fade
And shadows fall where light once played
A sound, so low, so dark, is heard
Not hymn nor chant, nor kindly word
It grows an iron echo fills the air
A mournful toll, a cry of deep despair
The damned, they hear it,O, that fateful knell
The grim refrain that binds them unto Hell
In gloom it rises, cold and grim
The sound that signals death’s cruel whim
No angel's choir, no gentle call
But hollow bells that herald the fall
Their peal is slow, a measured dread
It wakes the souls of the long-forgotten dead
Each note, a whisper of unholy doom
A summoning from some eternal tomb
The tolling grows as shadows spread
A dirge for souls by darkness led
Each strike, a lash upon the air
A beacon to despair’s cold lair
No light remains, no mercy shown
For those who hear the bells alone
They echo deep within the mind
A knell that chains, a curse that binds
And as they toll, the soul descends
To where the light of Heaven ends
No stars to guide, no peaceful rest
But only darkness, grim and pressed
The bells, they call from far below
A sound that whispers woe, woe, woe
For those who hear them cannot flee
The bells of death, of eternity
And shadows fall where light once played
A sound, so low, so dark, is heard
Not hymn nor chant, nor kindly word
It grows an iron echo fills the air
A mournful toll, a cry of deep despair
The damned, they hear it,O, that fateful knell
The grim refrain that binds them unto Hell
In gloom it rises, cold and grim
The sound that signals death’s cruel whim
No angel's choir, no gentle call
But hollow bells that herald the fall
Their peal is slow, a measured dread
It wakes the souls of the long-forgotten dead
Each note, a whisper of unholy doom
A summoning from some eternal tomb
The tolling grows as shadows spread
A dirge for souls by darkness led
Each strike, a lash upon the air
A beacon to despair’s cold lair
No light remains, no mercy shown
For those who hear the bells alone
They echo deep within the mind
A knell that chains, a curse that binds
And as they toll, the soul descends
To where the light of Heaven ends
No stars to guide, no peaceful rest
But only darkness, grim and pressed
The bells, they call from far below
A sound that whispers woe, woe, woe
For those who hear them cannot flee
The bells of death, of eternity
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