BELLS TOLL

Through the eons of the history that flows
from magic spells of days of days of yore
within the heights of technology as it grows
forgotten faces of races both rich or poor

For the bells toll while more heads will roll

No matter the face evil it rears it's ugly head
a hate preached washes the weak minds
No matter the nation the blood shed is red
here lies the rotten evil side of human kind

For the bells toll while more heads will roll

Inside the board rooms and deep in caves
these are places for tools of trade of crime
don't forget the past and these mass graves
for it's reflected back in the mirrors of time

For the bells toll while more heads will roll

Written by Melissa McMahan © Copyright