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The sun goes down

The sky turns black

The priest rushes

His chasuble is black

Voices from church

They sing songs of peace

But marching troops

An upgrowing disease

Ancient stories

Told by the old

Ancient stories

The message is gold

The bell is broken

Pyre of people, spit on dignity

The bell is broken

The steeple collapses

The world's in misery

Some witch's burning

Her lightning twitch

Loud screams from the lost

Laughter from the rich

Collection to pillage

They hold it in hell

It's burning brightly

'cause of the evil it kills

Ancient stories

Told by the old

Ancient stories

The message is gold

The bell is broken

Pyre of people, spit on dignity

The bell is broken

The steeple collapses

The world's in misery

The bell is broken

The demons awaken

The bell is broken

What's the trigger

And who is to blame

The riddle of frenzy

Don’t call his name

What's the trigger

And who is to blame

The priest is a victim

He called me names