[Intro – Spoken] Once upon a midnight dreary, while the world slept cold and weary, through the fog I heard them ring… the bells. Not whispers… not warnings… but prophecy. Edgar Allan Flow. [Beat Drop] [Verse 1 – Silver Bells] Hear the silver bells ringing in the winter night Soft little whispers in the pale moonlight Tink-tink echoes in the frostbitten air Like ghosts of a memory nobody there Cold wind blowing through the old cathedral door Poet in the shadows scratching myth and folklore Every tiny chime like a thought in the brain Every little rhythm like a drop of rain Tick of the clock while the candle burns low Ink on the page where the dark thoughts flow Silver bells singing in the quiet of the gloom While a poet builds thunder in a candlelit room [Hook] Hear the bells hear the bells hear the bells they toll Every ringing echo is a story in the soul Hear the bells hear the bells hear the bells they cry Every little chime is a ghost that won't die [Verse 2 – Golden Bells] Now the golden bells swing in the palace hall Rich men laughing at the masquerade ball Champagne flowing while the orchestra plays Gold light dancing through the chandelier haze But the bells still ringing underneath the cheer Every golden echo whispering in the ear Fortune and power but the shadows still creep Death walking slowly while the nobles all sleep Golden bells shining like a crown in the night But every bright flash hides the coming of fright Clock strikes twelve and the laughter grows thin When the sound of the bells lets the darkness in [Hook] Hear the bells hear the bells hear the bells they toll Every ringing echo is a story in the soul Hear the bells hear the bells hear the bells they cry Every little chime is a ghost that won't die [Verse 3 – Iron Bells] Now the iron bells scream in the funeral air Storm clouds twisting through the black despair CLANG — like thunder ripping through the sky Every brutal echo like a demon’s cry Iron bells hammer like the end of time Every strike landing like a murderous rhyme Panic in the streets while the graveyards wake And the earth itself begins to shake Clang of the bell and the dead all rise Fear in the rhythm of a thousand cries Madness ringing through the midnight swell When Edgar Allan Flow rings the final bell. [Final Hook] Hear the bells hear the bells hear the bells they roar Once they start ringing they will stop nevermore Hear the bells hear the bells hear the bells they scream Echoes of a poet in a gothic dream
