I heard the cats screeching in the night, this land is plagued as the storm reaches us
The bells are ringing the dead are walking, I hear her dance in the wind
Rip out the tongue remove the molars, this ritualistic intent, is what brought us
Here, twenty, twenty seven the vale was removed oh God what have we done
The bells are ringing the dead are walking, I hear her dance in the wind
We're the ones on trial now, as her black lungs fill with blood, this motionless body creates the scene
The bells are ringing the dead are walking, I hear her dance in the wind