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The tolling of cathedral bells |
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Aloft in the still black chamber |
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Calling forth the faithful |
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From lives of wretchedness |
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They rise in acquiescence |
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To the temples anguished chime |
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Searching for their sins atonement |
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And be spared the eternal fires |
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You would bleed for your safe haven |
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Salvations veiled in the candles dancing flame |
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As the solemn gaze of marble icons |
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Falls dreaded upon thy soul |
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Withered limbs kneel in prayer |
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To cleanse each brow of sin |
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Stricken with the grief of age |
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Let deaths knell softly ring |
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A distant sound: summoning |
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Through the quietude |
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Is it the voice of God? |
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Hollow words resound |
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Through catacombs of long suffering grief |
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The silence ruptured forevermore |
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The bells of the tower haven now fallen silent |
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And the voice of god |
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Summons me no more |
