The bell from Havens by Khâro

There’s a crying bell
Playing a song about a land where the sun is grey
There’s a crying bell
Flying right above our heads but we can’t see it at all

We’ll try to go where there’s no pride

There’s a flying bell
And it sounds like a plane shading our light in grey
It’s a waiting hell
And the crown upon your head hurries to vanish at dawn

We’ll try to go where there’s no pride

Someday we’ll come to a new place and call it home
Someday we’ll come to the place

You know, on the road we’ll join a thousand fears
Running away with the crowd, we’ll find some other tears

Hear the crying bell
Hear it sounding like a flame shading our light in grey
It’s a waiting hell
But the crowns upon our heads believe in a sunny day

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