Bells of Notre Dame

Bells of Notre Dame - Dark Moor/Enrique García Pereña

Born in a sorry cot left on the stairs of the cold stone

D**ned to be scorned in darkness d**ned to be alone

Taken by the church his soul will be slave of god

In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd

We see the hunchback in Notre dame

Dancing on the tallest towers

Arcades and spires filling his heart

Deep like the choir fine like the art

Is the place my cell is it

Is god's home my hell

Oh my body prisons my poor soul

Until I toll

I am grim full of gloom

In my dim gothic tomb

But the bells in my heart chime for ever

With the ding that belongs

To the king of their songs

I'm the sound of Notre dame

In the wheel of life he is a horror for the crowd

When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds

Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate

Wants to be a rock or metal like his soulless mates

We hear the hunchback in Notre dame

Crying on the tallest towers

Gargoyles and columns his reality

Chants which are solemn his agony

Is this place my cell is it

Is god's home my hell

Oh my body imprisons my poor soul

Until I toll

I am grim full of gloom

In my dim gothic tomb

But the bells in my heart chime for ever

With the ding that belongs

To the king of their songs

I'm the sound of Notre dame

I am grim full of gloom

In my dim gothic tomb