Jonathan Dufour

By the sound of the bells

Every single hour is a story to tell

By the sound of the bells

Ecery second lost is a sentence to hell

Cause every single time the cathedral sings

A simple lowly soul loses everything

And as the man cries all through the night

The Lord doth pity the inferiour sight

And he said:

Oh Everman, won't you stand

You can hear your cries all through the land

Oh everyman, understan

I have a plan to make things right again

Cause he has travelled to find his fate

From the seven rings of hell to the pearly gates

Death doesn't come to those who wait

It chases those down that try to escape