Ring The Bells

Sirens sound as dusk dissolves the daylight

In a twilight masque of grey facades

Down the boulevards a million faces

Stare out of the windows of the past

Woman on a platform at the station

Speaking to a Spanish diplomat

Talking of the storm they know is coming

And the need for courage to the last

All is hell

Ring the bells

A cry is heard, the cards are dealt

The process can’t be stopped

The order comes, the tanks roll in

The voice of power talks

Morning comes, the city breathes the daylight

People in the streets and in the stores

All is gone that once we took for granted

Things can never be just like before

Everybody’s waiting for the hour

When the blood and tears can be replaced

But the weak must always feed the stronger

That’s the story of the human race

All is hell

Ring the bells