Mc Lars - (rock) The Bells lyrics

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Poe wrote this poem about the church bells of Fordham Universitywhich rang right next to when he lived in the Bronx in 1845One hundred and 24 years later, hip-hop was born three miles away from this very same spotThis poem has beautiful cadences and rhythms, just listenHear the sledges with the bells Silver bells!What a world of merriment their melody foretells!How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, in the icy air of night!With the stars that oversprinkle With a crystalline delight;Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhymeTo the tintinnabulation resonating very fineFrom the jingling and tinkling of the mellow wedding bellsGolden bells! What a world of happiness we know they must fortell!Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten golden notes, And all in tune, hella tightWhile a liquid ditty floats, on the moon from sounding cellsWhat a gush of euphony voluminously wells!How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tellsTo the swinging and the ringing Of the rapture that impelsOf the bells, bells, bells Check the bells, bells, bellsGo to sleep to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells[Chorus]Rock the BellsHear the loud alarum bells Brazen bells!What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright!Too horrified to speak, only shriek, and igniteIn a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fireA mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fireLeaping higher, higher, higher, with a deep desperate desireAnd a resolute endeavor that accentuates the pyreNow now to sit, or never, by the side of the moonOh, the bells, bells, bells! Know that terror's coming soonHow they clang, and they roar! What a horror they outpourOn the bosom of the air, with eternity in storeHow the danger ebbs and flows with the twanging, And the clangingYet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wranglingHow the danger sinks and swells, in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bellsGo to sleep to the clamor and the clanging of the bells![Repeat Chorus]Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells!What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affrightAt the melancholy menace of their tone! It excitesAll alone hear it float like the rust within our throats, it's a groanAnd the people ah, the people in the steeple, All aloneAnd who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotoneFeel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman neither brute nor humanThey are ghouls and their king well he rolls and he rulesA paean from the bells as his merry bosom swellsWith the paean of the bells! As he dances, and he yells; (peein')Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhymeTo the paean of the bells: To the throbbing of the bells Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knellsGo to sleep to the moaning and the groaning of the bells