A bell-tower is left on the ground, It belongs to the darkest ghoul Smell of death all around, As fog is falling on every soul Now the chilling bell tolls And talks about the bad omen The knell is celebrating The ending and the death of every man Hear the far noise that comes near, Are remains of glorious past You're quaking while you remember, 'Cause these are the bells of the end Every stroke is a step towards death Every second turns to past Cries are running through the air Like the smell of decay Thousands of bodies all around, Terror lies on their dead faces That's the terror provoked By the third deadly world war Hear the far noise that comes near, Are remains of glorious past You're quaking while you remember, 'Cause these are the bells of the end