[Intro] (low organ drones, distant crowd murmurs) You can lie to men, but not the sound of bells. They toll for truth — and tonight, they tell. [Verse 1] Gold falls heavy from a trembling hand, Scrolls unrolled, the truth unmanned. Voices rise like a storm through stone, The Bishop stands, but he ain’t alone. Names in ink, blood on the page, Sins recorded, bought with rage. Every whisper now screams his name, He built a church just to hide his shame. [Pre-Chorus] Choir breaks, the candles shake, Heaven knows what the liars make. [Chorus] The bells of truth, they’re ringin’ loud, Tearin’ down saints in a broken crowd. Holy robes can’t hide the proof, All fall silent to the bells of truth. [Verse 2] Knights draw swords, priests step back, Eyes like fire in a sea of black. Confessions spill like wine from glass, Every soul he fooled now watchin’ pass. He shouts “Faith!” but his voice is small, Echoes die on the chapel wall. The gold he kept, the lies he fed, All come due in the sermon’s stead. [Bridge] (beat slows, choir chants rise) He lifts the cross, it feels like stone, Even heaven won’t pick up the phone. Thunder rolls — that’s judgment’s call, The Bishop kneels, but he can’t crawl. [Chorus] The bells of truth, they’re ringin’ loud, Tearin’ down saints in a broken crowd. Holy robes can’t hide the proof, All fall silent to the bells of truth. [Outro] (organ fades, single bell tolls) The crowd still prays — but not for him, His crown of lies grows cold and dim. The bells of truth… Don’t stop for sin.
