dark moor - bells of notre dame lyrics
born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone;
d-mned to be scorned, in darkness, d-mned 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 h-ll?
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 h-ll?
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
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