Dark Moor - Bells Of Notre Dame lyrics
[Dark Moor - Bells Of Notre Dame lyrics]
Born in a sorry cot
Left on the stairs of the cold stone
Damned to be scorned, in darkness
Damned 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 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 forever
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 forever
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
But the bells in my heart chime forever
Left on the stairs of the cold stone
Damned to be scorned, in darkness
Damned 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 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 forever
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 forever
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
But the bells in my heart chime forever