Bell in the Cathedral waking up cities
Fishers out, flowers lined, ready to start
High above behind the stoned wall
From the small window, watching the crowd
Whisper of Gargoyle, my heart is dancing
Dreaming of the world outside
Like a song of prayer
Like a swaying of a wind
Bell will change it’s way to ring by what the heart is filled
Like a pouring rain on land
Like a stroke of thunderstorm
Hear the bell ring again
No way out of this sanctuary
Preaching racists, pretending to be good
Wanting to rule other’s, filled with greed
Screams of hearts always wasted and left out
Viciously, bringing the innocents to death
What is ugliness
What is foolishness
You can’t measure with your eyes
Like a song of prayer
Like a swaying of a wind
Bell will change it’s way to ring by what the heart is filled
Like a pouring rain on land
Like a stroke of thunderstorm
Before the bell ring again
Escaping from this sanctuary
Who’s the monster？
Who’s the man？
Asking to my instinct
What makes a monster？
What makes a man？
Asking to my instinct
Who’s the monster？
Who’s the man？
Asking to my instinct