Eight bells marked the dying years Eight bells drowned forgotten prayers Stone remembers every name Burned away by ash and flame Broken saints with hollow eyes Watch beneath abandoned skies Silent banners, torn and worn Guard the place where night was born Count the echoes… One by one… None may flee… What has begun… Ash and incense fill the air No salvation lingers there Every shadow slowly grows Where the ancient darkness flows The Ninth Bell… Must not ring… The Ninth Bell… Wake no king… The Ninth Bell… Stone shall break… The Ninth Bell… Earth shall wake… Beneath the altar carved in black There is no returning back Ancient crowns lie cast aside Waiting where the dead abide Every candle loses flame None remember heaven’s name Dust has sealed the sacred door Yet something stirs beneath the floor Eight have spoken… Eight have cried… Eight have watched… Empires die… Hold your breath… Still your soul… Do not wake… What lies below… The Ninth Bell… Calls no grace… The Ninth Bell… Knows your face… The Ninth Bell… Ash shall reign… The Ninth Bell… Calls again…
