Hark hear the bells, sad silver bells In Lordaeron, but they are gone Arthas he came, man of great fame To the old throne, all made of stone Ding dong ding dong, that is our song No more ringing, and so we sing
Killed father dear, thus no more cheer Details are vague, but brought the plague Wish they would sound, bells on the ground Through the city, quite a pity Dead sleeping deep, and so we weep No more ringing, and so we sing
There is no joy in the veil of winter There is no joy in the bloitting veil of winter
On on they send, to our dark end Chimes from the past, are fading fast Hark hear the bells, sad silver bells All seem to say, thou we betray On on they send, to our dark end Chimes from the past, are fading fast