A distant calling,

A faint echo form the past

The bells are still tolling,

The message of sadness and death

In the city of Acheron

The priests burned the Book

Worshipped false Gods

Scoffed at the good

Desecrated the altar

Spat on the cross

Teared down the temples

And laughed at their loss

Oh faith... oh faith...

Stone on stone,

The ringing goes on and on

Attracting a memory,

Forgotten and nowhere to be found

Forged by the mighty

Admired by the great

Once blessed by the holy

Protected by fate

Announcing the twilight

The wrath of the Gods

The city of Acheron

Was drowned by the flood

The bells of Acheron