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The passing tone has struck as my strength fades away

I hang onto what I stole from this world

And as I grow closer

Solitude escapes me

Now I'm greeted by a cold, brittle hand

My eternal night draws near

My breath is labored

I'm met with regrets

Drenched in cold sweat

As I'm deafened by the carillon

The notes call for me

As I fall to my knees

There's no rest for the wicked when we pass

Peace isn't granted for a soul such as mine

Forever haunted by the funeral bell

Now doomed to linger on

I watch my burial

No one had come to mourn a wretch like me

I fed on the weak

But now I merely wander

A ghost repulsed by songs of the damned

Now this is my existence

My own circle in hell

I can't see an end or comprehend the endless ringing on and on!

The notes call for me as I fall to my knees

There's no rest for the wicked when we pass

Peace isn't granted for a soul such as mine

Forever haunted by the funeral bell

My night draws near

Met with regrets

Deafened by the bell