Phantom cathedral bells toll, and he recalls the icy air frozen on his hair. Stars twinkled, and mist sprinkled. Crows mocked his fright and flight from fight night; they trolled in full rolls.
Oh, the bells, the bells, the bells!
Their rhyming and chiming etched time and crime in his mind.
Oh, the bells, the bells, the bells!
The swinging and the ringing pounded his crown. Their clamor and clanging shrieked. Too horrified to speak, he slipped and stumbled on the wet, arched bridge apex, but he found no words to release. The rex flexed, straightened, and sprinted to fret alone in his castle privy.
But, oh, the bells, the bells, the bells!
The bells toll, and ghouls patrol his soul in the city!
