David Shankle Group - The Tolling Of The Bell lyrics

The path to unknown glory, the road to unknown fate

The never-ending story, a prophet or a snake

Being doomed from the start, transgression a la carte

Theories state the sadness to the human mystery

Temptation to the madness that plagues society

Strapping crosses to our back, we brace for the attack

The tolling of the bell, prophets do foretell

A soul to buy and sell, no sentence with reprieve

The tolling of the bell

Sanity of honor, insecurity of shame

Rounding of the corner to a street that bears your name

A destiny in doubt, a spinning roundabout

The sanctity of knowledge, a thunderstorm of tears

A future now acknowledged, the facing of your fears

At the end you'll pay the cost for the game you've played and lost

The tolling of the bell, prophets do foretell

A soul to buy and sell, no sentence with reprieve

The tolling of the bell, the spirit leaves the shell

Magic of the spell created to deceive

The tolling of the bell

Cleansing of obsession, a soul hung out to dry

Bleaching of confessions, excuses, alibis

False redemption of the heart, false reality is art

Holidays in Babylon will finally end one day

You'll testify to goings on, a lifelong resume

The mirror's coming clear, revealing yesteryear

The tolling of the bell, prophets do foretell

A soul to buy and sell, no sentence with reprieve

The tolling of the bell, the spirit leaves the shell

Magic of the spell created to deceive

The tolling of the bell, prophets do foretell

A soul to buy and sell, no sentence with reprieve

The tolling of the bell, the spirit leaves the shell

Magic of the spell created to deceive

The tolling of the bell

The tolling of the bell