Dark Moor Bells Of Notre Dame Lyrics

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 the place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my
hell?
Oh, my body prisions 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 souless mates

We hear the hunchback in Notre
Dame
Crying on the tallest towers

Gargoyles and columns, his
relity;
Chants wich 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