The rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind The faithfull 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 The horsemen will come charging As the master sing his song
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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- Will be written down in blood And all the churches ever built- Can´t stand against the flood
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You laughed and called us sinners Cos 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 my the bell