Bell Of Doom

When you reach the final day at the end of your long way
You can hear the distant call of the dead
That wait for you you cross the bridge of death so slow
As Styx, the river runs below
And you're passing through the gates to the land of the dead

Bell of doom, it strikes, seven times bell of doom, it seals
The fate of your soul the woeful tears of your eyes
Shall be kept in the chalice of hell and left to then fallen one
As the key to your soul visions that are telling you

What your tasks will henceforth be
A servant to his highness of the night, eternally bell of doom