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Verse 1 β Silver Bells (Joy) Hear the silver bells, ringing in the frost, Laughter in the snowfall, no memory lost. Children chase the echoes, dancing in the light, Time feels like a promise in the hush of night. π₯ Chorus β The Rise But the bells, they change their tune, From cradle songs to haunted moons. What once was bright begins to cry, Echoes in the iron sky. π―οΈ Verse 2 β Golden Bells (Love) Golden bells are chiming in the chapel air, Vows beneath the candlelight, hearts laid bare. But even love can tremble when the silence grows, And golden turns to rust in the undertow. π Bridge β Brazen Bells (Terror) Brazen bells, they scream and burn, Warning all who dare not learn. Flames in every ringing note, A funeral song caught in the throat. β°οΈ Verse 3 β Iron Bells (Death) Iron bells are tolling in the hollow deep, Calling down the shadows where the mourners weep. Each clang a memory, each chime a breath, A rhythm carved in stone by the hand of death. π Final Chorus β The Descent Now the bells, they cry in chains, A symphony of ghostly pains. From joy to dread, from love to lie, Echoes in the iron sky.
