I hear the sound
Of my dead bells signing dark
Shape on the ground
Sadly waiting for the lark
Pipe playing loud
Winds are blowing, coming rain
Hide under cloud
There´s no love, but only pain
Sun sinkin´ down
Tears are dry, no reply
Crowd put to rout
Big dead bell touches the sky
Deathlike frost, chilling pin
Piercing deep under my skin