歌词
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
The priests burned the book
Worshiped false gods, scoffed at the good
Desecrated the altar, spat on the cross
Teared down the temples and laughed at their loss
Oh faith, oh faith
Stone on 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, protected by fate
Announcing the twilight, the wrath of the gods
The city of Acheron was drowned by the flood
The bells of Acheron
The bells of Acheron
The bells of Acheron
The bells of Acheron
A distant calling
A faint echo from the past
The bells are still tolling
The message of sadness and death
Forged by the mighty, admired by the great
Once blessed by the holy, abandoned by fate
Announcing the twilight, the wrath of the gods
The city of Acheron was drowned by the flood
The bells of Acheron
The bells of Acheron
The bells of Acheron
The bells of Acheron
