"Hells bells are ringing, your time has come so fast..

The flood immersed your dreams, nothing is as it seems & happiness never lasts

Hells bells are up so high, they'll catch you if you fly

Lava melted your wings, there're half a dozen things, to do before you die

Hells bells sound very loud, you walk against the crowd searching for a place to hide, your sense of strength & pride tell you to raise your sword, never look to the ground

Hells bells are two miles far, your wounds have left a scar, you bear straight in your heart, but no one seems to care

The priests & jests are gathering all the gold, the pottery & china, the dollars & the cents

The saints & whores are having hardcore sex, you flinch & dream of summer camps, of Zorro & Tornado, of Josephine's last dance

They want you to join them, before it's too late, "come hither" they whisper "or death will be your fate"

They found a cave, red wine & beds, night games & sheds, some warm soup & rolling loops, a condom, bunch of meals & large gates of coppery shine, you'll dine, wine, sixty nine & wait for what's next

"Come with us" priests talk of redemption, whores talk of erection, friends talk of protection, you turn around & look for the light, the aurora, waterfalls or kites

Hells bells are two feet away, you're cold in the middle of May, "come along" they say, "you know you won't regret"

The cave will swallow you, suffocate you to the bones, muffle your melancholy tones & crush all of your bones, give it a try, who knows, what more is coming up

Hells hounds are on the run, with you they can have fun, they'll torture you to death, with them you cannot mess

Hells hounds started to growl, you smell their breath; so foul…no time to stand & stare, run, run, they cause a scare…everywhere

Here comes the cave, crate opened, ready to take you in, people rush to the inside, Hells hounds are not far behind, no time to wait, move it, don't hesitate

People grabbing your neck, chaining you to the deck "what for?" "just some safety procedures" Oh really, what the heck? They are the enemy!

You break free of their grip, turn around & leave the prison shelter, they use the sign enter, but to you it's an exit, change it you must, no time to fix it, just leave, draw out your sword & go out to fight

The scene is almost burning, hot steam, pain & a thousand corpses, demons are riding horses, heroes are bound to fail

One last look to the cave, the warmth & food you crave, but slavery you detest

One step, one breath, two guns & sliver bullets, fight them you must

The streets are cold & dreary, the swords are old with rust

Priests in their black gowns, thick brows & frowns screaming from far behind you, "So soon you'll turn to dust."

Turn off the fugly voices, the laughter & the noises, just hear the water dropping from a lonely cloud, remember moonlit kisses & Mother's warming touch

So hush the cowards shouting, face the hounds howling, draw out your sword, take an aim & shoot, in a minute there'll be no fright

You might lose it today, there's no time to pray, hoping for strength to stay, you'll fight, you'll kill & write

Hells bells are ringing high, your swords whipped all the lies, the cave is shaking, walls are breaking, so breathtaking, you're waking…up

Hells bells have run out…of battery!"