The rhythm of the bell is calling on the wind
The faithfull stand around to hear it sing
It´s ring ring ring ring ringing in your head
He´s coming out to claim what´s his- the dead

When the world is at an end
And the so called good are gone
The horsemen will come charging
As the master sing his song

The universe is his for now and evermore
He´s claiming what belongs to him
He´s been waiting - now he´s sure

The carnage that will follow- will be written down in blood
And all the churches ever built- can´t stand against the flood

You laughed and called us sinners
Cos we´ve been telling you for years
That the golden dawn approaches
And it brings you all your fears

In the blood of a million prophets
My heaven is your hell
Your prayers up to your god
Are being drowned out my the bell