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A bell-tower is left on the ground,

it belongs to the darkest ghoul

Smell of death all around,

as fog is falling on every soul

Now the chilling bell tolls

and talks about the bad omen

The knell is celebrating

the ending and the death of every man

Hear the far noise that comes near,

are remains of glorious past

You're quaking while you remember,

'cause these are the bells of the end

Every stroke is a step towards death

every second turns to past

Cries are running through the air

like the smell of decay

Thousands of bodies all around,

terror lies on their dead faces

That's the terror provoked

by the third deadly world war

Hear the far noise that comes near,

are remains of glorious past

You're quaking while you remember,

'cause these are the bells of the end

[solo]