Written / performed / produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
At the strike of the midnight hour,
Where the imagination of the lost devour,
Passion and carelessness roaring through the night,
As the residents of the storm rise up to fight.
For whom the bell tolls, hear this beckoning call,
Ringing so loud, going to shatter the walls!
With fire in our souls and spirit unchained,
We are the results of the restless pain!
Lost passerby's lurking in the haze,
Everyone a ghost trapped in a growing maze,
Now the clock strikes one, feel the edge of the knife,
In this war of consciousness, we can reclaim our life.
For whom the bell tolls, hear this beckoning call,
Ringing so loud, going to shatter the walls!
With fire in our souls and spirit unchained,
We are the results of the restless pain!
Slaves to the rhythm, with the beat of the drum,
United in the faith, we can never succumb,
On this twisted path, we slowly snake the ground,
With every heart pounding, feeling the freedom found!
For whom the bell tolls, hear this beckoning call,
Ringing so loud, going to shatter the walls!
With fire in our souls and spirit unchained,
We are the results of the restless pain!
So let the bell toll, and let the heavens ignite,
For the sorrow of the lost, we'll stand and unite!
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes