From afar by the breezes carried through the dense and
impenetratable fog rings a church bell so dull and eerie,
towards the
sound draws nightly stroll at this hour
is someone getting married?
As I come nearer chamber music I hear
behind the shrine
there's a hidden stair case,
the moment I enter the music stops,
in the chamber stands an old church organ
with wax candles and
pipes that reaches all the way up
In the web buried dust of the ages,
which is weird after what I've just heard
Hello, don't be
afraid, I don't need to hide in the shadows no more
These are my ladies, aren't they beatiful,
each one speaks with a lovely
voice
I call them the belles of Notre Dame
Bells of Notre Dame
Bells of Notre Dame
"Ring, Ring, I said Ring for me
Let
them ring for the shallow beauty, but for whom?
If only walls could speak, every stone has a different story
Grey in shade to your
poem epique, listen
The Bells of Notre Dame
The Bells of Notre Dame"