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