Bells Of Notre Dame

1. Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone
Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone
Taken by the Church, his soul will be slave of God
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd.

We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
Dancing on the tallest towers.

Arcades and spires, filling his heart
Deep like the choir, fine like the art
Is the place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh, my body prisions my poor soul
Until I toll!

[Chorus:]
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame.

2. In the Wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd
When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?
Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
Wants to be a rock or metal like his souless mates.

We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
Crying on the tallest towers.

Gargoyles and columns, his relity
Chants wich are solemn, his agony
Is this place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
Until i toll!

[Chorus]