Funeral Bell Lyrics

The passing tone has struck as my strength fades away, I hang onto what I stole from this world. And as I grow closer, solitude escapes me. Now I'm greeted by a cold, brittle hand. My eternal night draws near, my breathing is labored. I'm met with regrets, drenched in cold sweat, as I'm deafened by the carillon. The notes call for me, as I fall to my knees. There's no rest for the wicked when we pass. Peace isn't granted for a soul such as mine. Forever haunted by the funeral bell. Now doomed to linger on, I watch my burial. No one had come to mourn a wretch like me. I fed on the weak, but now I merely wander. A ghost repulsed by songs of the damned. Now this is my existence, my own circle in hell. I can't see an end or comprehend the endless ringing on and on!The notes call for me, as I fall to my knees. There's no rest for the wicked when we pass. Peace isn't granted for a soul such as mine. Forever haunted by the funeral bell. My night draws near. Met with regrets. Deafened by the bell.