• The wind whispers
    Echo through this secluded sanctuary
    It sounds like the eternal haunting howls of hopeless souls
    The eerie sounds that seem to fill the surrounding woods

    The bell tolls a loud call for the lost souls
    Ding dong ding dong...
    The bell’s toll echoes through the woods
    Like the faint heart beat of a dying soldier

    As sorrow starts to fall from the sky high above,
    Turning red with the blood from the unknown souls
    On which it falls dyeing the ground crimson red

    The world seems to grin
    Even though this is a sad sight to behold
    For the bell tolls once for every lost soul
    For a bloodbath on holy grounds is a grim sight for all to see
    Even though the world seems to grin

    The last bell tolls for the forgotten souls.
    Why must the world always revert to war?
    But war will never stop
    So there will always be a bell that tolls for the forgotten souls
    For without the bell’s toll
    How shall we give honor to the ones who were forgotten?