For whom the bell tolls
There is a saying, in the swamps
And I can't say the saying's wrong
Now it's told, down in the those haunts
The dead aren't staying, they aren't dead long
And so, when a body's buried
A bell is tied to the dead man's toe
And if a traveler is wary
When undead rise, he will know
There was once a naïve king
Walking through an unkempt grave
And when the bells began to ring
He knew not the warning, so he stayed
And up from the tombstones came a hand
Followed by a dreadful moan
And up from the earth rose an undead man
Who found the king: scared, alone
And so the undead beast then said
To the king, "It's time you were told"
"This is the day that all men dread"
"It is for you, the death bell tolls"
The old king screamed, "it cannot be"
"Today is not my day to die"
"I am a king, and as you'll see"
"While you are death, I am the sky"
The great king flapped his mighty wings
Beat them with defiant pride
The wind knocked down the tombstone rings
and knocked down all who weren't inside
But the skeleton just held it's ground
And gave the king a stare that made him cold
"Do you hear that gonging sound?"
"It is for you, the death bell tolls"
The king heard a noise, is his mind
A banging sound, so loud and clear
It clanged and gonged and blasted and chimed
so it was all the king could hear
"It cannot be" he said at last
"For I am too strong for death"
"I'll stay alive until it's passed"
"And fend it off with dragon's breath"
So this king of sky, dragon of air
Let of a roar that made the ground roll
But the skeleton stood and did not care
"It is for you the death bell tolls"
And the mighty king flew far away
"Death won't catch me, I am too fast"
But soon he felt his wings decay
Into the graveyard he soon crashed
He saw the source of all the rings
That bell of death inside his head
It was fate his flight would bring
him to a tomb stone; and it said
"Here lies a now dead beast"
"But soon it will rise again"
"To charge and roar and kill and feast"
"And make mortals meet their end"
It had an image, carved below
The king was shocked at what it shown
And soon his fears began to grow
This grave was for a dragon, bone
The king turned and began to plead
"Wind dragons are not meant to die"
"Please undead, do let me leave"
"I want to live, I want to fly"
The words the undead spoke were sad
"I was once alive like you"
"But we both used the time we had"
"You know what you have to do."
The undead raised a boney point
There was a coffin for the king
"It is high time that you joined"
"The place of which the angels sing"
The air dragon began to weep
"But I do not have a good soul"
The undead sighed, "It's time you sleep"
"It is for you the death bell tolls."
So the king of might lay down
And dropped his head, and closed his eyes
And walked toward the ringing sound
The great air dragon then had died
And from a grave a new roar leapt
A skeleton woke inside his home
And from the earth, a beast then left
A king of death, a dragon bone
Even the mighty king of wind
Could not escape the dreadful ring
Upon the day your health rescinds
The sound of death, a bell will bring
The bell's sweet rhythm never sounds
Quite the same to every ear
But each and every death bell pounds
With rhythm, clanging loud and clear
Dead reader, have you realized yet?
Why my story has been told?
I'll tell you now why we have met.
It is for you this death bell tolls.
