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