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Artiste: Aeons Ov Frost
Titre: Bells Pt.4 (E. A. Poe)

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Hear the tolling of the bells- 
Iron Bells! 
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! 
In the silence of the night, 
How we shiver with affright 
At the melancholy menace of their tone! 
For every sound that floats 
From the rust within their throats 
Is a groan. 
And the people- ah, the people- 
They that dwell up in the steeple, 
All Alone 
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, 
In that muffled monotone, 
Feel a glory in so rolling 
On the human heart a stone- 
They are neither man nor woman- 
They are neither brute nor human- 
They are Ghouls: 
And their king it is who tolls; 
And he rolls, rolls, rolls, 
Rolls 
A paean from the bells! 
And his merry bosom swells 
With the paean of the bells! 
And he dances, and he yells; 
Keeping time, time, time, 
In a sort of Runic rhyme, 
To the paean of the bells- 
Of the bells: 
Keeping time, time, time, 
In a sort of Runic rhyme, 
To the throbbing of the bells- 
Of the bells, bells, bells- 
To the sobbing of the bells; 
Keeping time, time, time, 
As he knells, knells, knells, 
In a happy Runic rhyme, 
To the rolling of the bells- 
Of the bells, bells, bells: 
To the tolling of the bells, 
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells- 
Bells, bells, bells- 
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells