The Blackened Memory - The Bells

[verse] Ding-dong, ding-dong… [verse] Silver chimes in the frost, winter night so clear, Sleigh cuts snow, laughter rings, joy without a fear. Stars wink down, harmony light, world in perfect tune, Bells predict a life ahead, under the cold moon. Rhythmic joy, hearts align, future’s bright and bold, Every jingle promises stories yet untold. [chorus] Hear the bells, they sing our fate, From the cradle to the gate. Silver, gold, brass, iron—time won’t wait, Bells keep tollin’, seal our state. [verse] Golden peals crash the sky, vows in sacred halls, Love’s triumph, brass and bloom, echo off the walls. Hearts entwine, promises sworn, passion in the air, Bells proclaim eternity, bliss beyond compare. Rollover rolls, deep and warm, celebration’s fire, Life’s peak moment, desire fueled, liftin’ spirits higher. [chorus] Hear the bells, they sing our fate, From the cradle to the gate. Silver, gold, brass, iron—time won’t wait, Bells keep tollin’, seal our state. [verse] Brass screams wild, fire leaps, terror in the night, Chaos reigns, shadows flee, panic takes its bite. Towers shake, flames devour, warnings sharp and shrill, Bells of dread, hearts in flight, bend to chaos’ will. Rollover roars, frantic clash, world in disarray, What was joy now turns to ash, light gives way to gray. [bridge] Boom… boom… [verse] Iron moans low and grim, knell for the departed soul, Graveyard hush, mourning deep, final heavy toll. Dirge drags slow, sorrow’s weight, echoes in the ground, Bells of death, silent now, life’s last mournful sound. No more joy, no more fire—just the cold embrace, Cycle ends, bells fall still, darkness claims its place. [chorus] Hear the bells… they sang our fate, From the cradle… to the gate. Silver, gold, brass, iron—time ran out too late, Bells are silent… eternal state. [outro] …nevermore.