Enonga's Bells 1566 A.d.

Bell Who are you calling? Bell Who's the next one? Bell And fear approaches Bell Your hate for all You're immortal Forged to be the Queen Your thundering voice Spreads in the sky! The sinner-man is imploring you But you shall not accept begging Because your job cannot change You're born to bring damned souls to the Hell And your sound become stronger For every soul you sentenced Your voice doesn't carry good news And your toll is herald of death