A distant calling, a faint echo from the past
   the bells are still tolling, the message of sadness and death
   In the city of Acheron
   the priests burned the Book
   worshipped false Gods
   scoffed at the good
   desecrated the altar
   spat on the cross
   teared down the temples
   and laughed at their loss
   of faith ... of faith
   Stone by stone, the ringing goes on and on
   attracting a memory, forgotten and nowhere to be found
   Forged by the mighty
   admired by the great
   once blessed by the holy
   protected* by fate
   Announcing the twilight
   the wrath of the Gods
   the city of Acheron
   was drowned by the flood
   The bells of Acheron
   * Abandoned 2nd verse