Bells of Death

Far, far in the distance bells
ring out. Their mournful cry
reaches the ears of many. The
bells of death, they all tell a
story.

Of a boy who once lived in
a small, small house. The house
that now stands empty. That house
on the hill. They tell of his
death, if anyone will listen. They
warn those alive of a creature
deep within.

They tell of the cries, the cries
of the boy. The boy who once
lived in a small, small house. The
house that now stands empty. That
house on the hill.

A bloody death was the one he died.
A death of beating and torture. The boy
who once lived in a small, small house. The
house that now stands empty. That house
on the hill. Died a silent death for he
refused to scream and so now it stands.

That only the ringing of the bells of death
tell of a boy who once lived...in a small,
small house. The house that now stands empty.
That house on the hill.