A distant calling, a faint echo from the past
the bells are still tolling, the message of sadness and death
In the city of Acheron worshipped false Gods
the priests burned the Book
teared down the temples
scoffed at the good
spat on the cross
desecrated the altar
of faith . of faith
and laughed at their loss Stone by stone, the ringing goes on and on
attracting a memory, forgotten and nowhere to be found
Forged by the mighty
admired by the great
once blessed by the holy
protectedthe city of Acheron
Announcing the twilight
the wrath of the Gods was drowned by the flood
The bells of Acheron
* Abandoned 2nd verse.
האתר פועל ברישיון אקו"ם
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