[Verse 1] A shadow falls, the hour near, A whisper cuts through mortal fear. The night grows still, the breath takes pause, The bell tolls now; the end withdraws. Through mist and ash, his steps resound, The old man's gaze, the final bound. No plea, no cry can halt his stride, The herald comes, the veil divides. [Chorus] And the bell tolls loud, the shadows call, For kings and peasants, his judgement is equal for all. The Old Man comes; no soul denies. for one by one, everyone dies The blade descends, the silence will never break The sands of time, their last breath he'll take. No god nor man can evade his rolls, When death arrives, the last bell he tolls. [Verse 2] Through ancient halls, his presence looms, The guardian stands where silence blooms. The mask he wears, a faceless might, A guide through darkness, endless night. One step ahead, the truth unknown, He stands at the end of the path you’ve sown. To some, a curse; to others, grace, The final judge in shadow’s face. [Chorus] And the bell tolls loud, the shadows call, For kings and peasants, his judgement is equal for all. The Old Man comes; no soul denies. for one by one, everyone dies The blade descends, the silence will never break The sands of time, their last breath he'll take. No god nor man can evade his rolls, When death arrives, the last bell he tolls. [Bridge:] The hour strikes; the toll rings clear, A voice beyond, too vast to hear. Each step he takes, the shadows crawl, A path has an ending, a fate for all. Oh, mortal hearts, now cease your flight, For none escape his endless night. The bell has tolled, the end is here, To greet your fate with trembling fear. [Final Chorus] And the bell tolls loud, the shadows call, For kings and peasants, his judgement is equal for all. The Old Man comes; no soul denies. for one by one, everyone dies The blade descends, the silence will never break The sands of time, their last breath he'll take. No god nor man can evade his rolls, When death arrives, the last bell he tolls. [Outro] The tolling fades, the silence grows, The mortal end that all men will know. A shadow walks; the final breath, The Old Man of the Mountain stands—the face of death.
