The Old Bell

Can you hear the sound
the Old Bell is ringing
a sad long deep sound
you do know what it means

Come
the end is nearing
come
Death is waiting

With the second wind blowing
in the morning glow
you know you're about to go
I'll wave you the last goodbye
when Death takes your hands

Come
the end is nearing
come
Death is waiting

And I wish you a pretty place
filled with all the ugly things you made
it will be a beautiful torture
a sweet, happy ending