Rhythm Of the Bell

Well the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind

The faithful stand around to hear it sing

It's ring ring ring ring ringing in your head

He's coming out to claim what's his - The Dead

When the world is at an end

And the so called good are gone

Yeah the horsemen will come charging

As the master sings his song

The earth will sue its treasure

And be ring them one by one

They don't stand against him

...from...

And the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind...

The universe is his for now and evermore

He's claiming what belongs to him

He's been waiting

Now he's sure

The carnage that will follow

Can be written down in blood

And all the churches ever built

Can't stand against the flood

And the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind...

You laughed and called us sinners

Cause we've been telling you for years

That the golden dawn approaches

And it brings you all your fears

In the blood of a million prophets

My heaven is your hell

Your prayers up to your god

Are being drowned out by the bell

And the rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind...