Bells Toll from Heretic by Einfallen

The iron chimes, they swing and wail,
a hollow rhythm, a mournful tale.
No difference ‘tween the blessed and cursed,
all kneel the same, all leave in hearse.

Rust-bitten bells in towers high,
calling saints and wretches nigh.
Prayers in whispers, prayers in screams,
all bound by lies and shattered dreams.

Hell’s bells toll, the sermon starts!
All shall kneel with blackened hearts!
Cinders fall where hymns once rose,
no salvation, just borrowed throes!

They spoke of light, they preached of grace,
yet misery was all we faced.
The flock still gathers, heads bowed low,
to taste the ash, to drink the woe.

Ring the bells, oh deaf divine,
hollow echoes, hollow shrine.
A promised dawn, a shattered sky,
we lived as slaves, we burn, we die!

Hell’s bells toll, the sermon starts!
All shall kneel with blackened hearts!
Cinders fall where hymns once rose,
no salvation, just borrowed throes!

The bells still toll, they always will,
across the graves, the air stands still.
No one saved, no souls set free,
only the echoes… eternally.

• Metal
• goth
• goth rock
• gothic
• gothic metal
• gothic rock
• Buenos Aires