Candlemass The Bells Of Acheron
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 worshipped false Gods scoffed at the good desecrated the altar spat on the cross teared down the temples and laughed at their loss of faith ... of faith Stone by 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 * Abandoned 2nd verse
