The Bells of Nox

Though you call yourself a man of science

A good sound brain sits in your head

All these years you came to tell me

Of ghostly things dreamed in your bed

Your eyes so red they nearly bleed

From stories filled with hate and greed

The moon’s become your enemy

Laughing in your time of need

Ding, dong, Ding, Dong

Hear and hark to the reaper’s song

The Bells of Nox are calling, calling

Ringing to that reaper’s song

No peace have you for sixty days

Repent I say your hellish ways

It can’t be it you still do say

And give me pills to chase away

The dreams I dream but do not mean

This not the cause you still do say

The Bells of Nox ring night and day

Tolling for hours from morning till next

Rending your dreams and waking your rest

Ding, dong, Ding, Dong

Hear and hark to the reaper’s song

The Bells of Nox are calling, calling

Ringing to that reaper’s song

Never do you listen not a thing, not a thing

Taken my advice, not a thing, not a thing

Spat in my face and said ne’er be

You sew shut your eyes and refuse to just see

So damned be you, I said damned be you

Nothing from me, not a thing, not a thing

Ding, dong, Ding, Dong

Hear and hark to the reaper’s song

The Bells of Nox are calling, calling

Ringing to that reaper’s song