bells of notre dame

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 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 prisons 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 between the clouds?

looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate

wants to be a rock or metal like his soulless mates

we hear the hunchback in notre dame

crying on the tallest towers

gargoyles and columns

his relity;

chants which are solemn

his agony

is this place my cell

is it?

is god's home my hell?

oh

my body imprisons 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