Well the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind The faithful stand around to hear it sing It's ring ring ring ring ringing in your head He's coming out to claim what's his - The Dead
When the world is at an end And the so called good are gone Yeah the horsemen will come charging As the master sings his song
The earth will sue its treasure And be ring them one by one They don't stand against him …from…
And the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind…
The universe is his for now and evermore He's claiming what belongs to him He's been waiting Now he's sure
The carnage that will follow Can be written down in blood And all the churches ever built Can't stand against the flood
And the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind…
You laughed and called us sinners Cause we've been telling you for years That the golden dawn approaches And it brings you all your fears
In the blood of a million prophets My heaven is your hell Your prayers up to your god Are being drowned out by the bell
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