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A distant calling,

A faint echo form 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

Oh faith... oh faith...

Stone on 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