Bells of Notre DameDark Moor
作曲 : Enrique Garcia Pereña
Born in a sorry cot,left on the stairs of the cold stone
Damned to be scorned,in darkness,damned to be alone
Taken by the church,his soul will be the slave of God,
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd.
We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
Dancing on the tallest towers
Arcades and spires,filling his heart
Deep like the choir,fine like the art
Is the place my cell,is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh,my body prisions my poor soul
Until I toll!
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
In the wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd
When will be the time he'll see the sun betwenn the clouds?
Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
Want to be a rock or metal like his souless mates
We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
Crying on the tallest towers
Gargoyles and columns,his relity
Chants wich are solemn,his agony
Is this place my cell,is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh,my body prisions my poor soul
Until I toll!
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
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歌曲名：Bells of Notre Dame 歌手：Dark Moor 所属专辑：《The Hall of the Olden Dreams》
作词：未知 作曲：未知 发行公司：Maldito Records, S.L. 发行时间：2022-03-19
语言： 大小：4.4 MB 时长：04:49秒 比特率：129K 评分：0.0分
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Bells of Notre Dame文本歌词
作曲 : Enrique Garcia Pereña
Born in a sorry cot,left on the stairs of the cold stone
Damned to be scorned,in darkness,damned to be alone
Taken by the church,his soul will be the slave of God,
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd.
We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
Dancing on the tallest towers
Arcades and spires,filling his heart
Deep like the choir,fine like the art
Is the place my cell,is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh,my body prisions my poor soul
Until I toll!
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
In the wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd
When will be the time he'll see the sun betwenn the clouds?
Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
Want to be a rock or metal like his souless mates
We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
Crying on the tallest towers
Gargoyles and columns,his relity
Chants wich are solemn,his agony
Is this place my cell,is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh,my body prisions my poor soul
Until I toll!
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
编辑于2023/05/11更新
Born in a sorry cot,left on the stairs of the cold stone
Damned to be scorned,in darkness,damned to be alone
Taken by the church,his soul will be the slave of God,
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd.
We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
Dancing on the tallest towers
Arcades and spires,filling his heart
Deep like the choir,fine like the art
Is the place my cell,is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh,my body prisions my poor soul
Until I toll!
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
In the wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd
When will be the time he'll see the sun betwenn the clouds?
Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
Want to be a rock or metal like his souless mates
We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
Crying on the tallest towers
Gargoyles and columns,his relity
Chants wich are solemn,his agony
Is this place my cell,is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh,my body prisions my poor soul
Until I toll!
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
编辑于2023/05/11更新
Bells of Notre DameLRC歌词
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Enrique Garcia Pereña
[00:41.33]Born in a sorry cot,left on the stairs of the cold stone
[00:47.33]Damned to be scorned,in darkness,damned to be alone
[00:53.78]Taken by the church,his soul will be the slave of God,
[01:00.22]In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd.
[01:06.66]We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
[01:09.69]Dancing on the tallest towers
[01:12.96]Arcades and spires,filling his heart
[01:20.40]Deep like the choir,fine like the art
[01:25.57]Is the place my cell,is it?
[01:28.56]Is God's home my hell?
[01:31.84]Oh,my body prisions my poor soul
[01:35.68]Until I toll!
[01:38.98]I am grim, full of gloom
[01:41.92]In my dim gothic tomb
[01:45.21]But the bells in my heart chime for ever
[01:51.62]With the ding that belongs
[01:54.65]To the king of their songs
[01:57.90]I'm the sound of Notre Dame
[03:04.10]In the wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd
[03:10.58]When will be the time he'll see the sun betwenn the clouds?
[03:16.90]Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
[03:23.10]Want to be a rock or metal like his souless mates
[03:29.46]We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
[03:32.59]Crying on the tallest towers
[03:35.68]Gargoyles and columns,his relity
[03:42.96]Chants wich are solemn,his agony
[03:48.44]Is this place my cell,is it?
[03:51.42]Is God's home my hell?
[03:54.65]Oh,my body prisions my poor soul
[03:58.63]Until I toll!
[04:01.86]I am grim, full of gloom
[04:04.95]In my dim gothic tomb
[04:08.90]But the bells in my heart chime for ever
[04:14.52]With the ding that belongs
[04:17.56]To the king of their songs
[04:20.88]I'm the sound of Notre Dame