| Well the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind
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| The faithful stand around to hear it sing
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| It’s ring ring ring ring ringing in your head
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| He’s coming out to claim what’s his — The Dead
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| When the world is at an end
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| And the so called good are gone
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| Yeah the horsemen will come charging
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| As the master sings his song
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| The earth will sue its treasure
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| And be ring them one by one
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| They don’t stand against him
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| …from…
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| And the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind…
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| The universe is his for now and evermore
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| He’s claiming what belongs to him
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| He’s been waiting
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| Now he’s sure
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| The carnage that will follow
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| Can be written down in blood
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| And all the churches ever built
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| Can’t stand against the flood
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| And the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind…
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| You laughed and called us sinners
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| Cause we’ve been telling you for years
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| That the golden dawn approaches
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| And it brings you all your fears
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| In the blood of a million prophets
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| My heaven is your hell
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| Your prayers up to your god
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| Are being drowned out by the bell
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| And the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind… |