Come the Bells

I see her now
Lying with her face turned to the wall
The stars are gone
And its time to greet the bringer of the dawn

She turns and smiles
Tragic eyes
Like beads of glass in water jars

She floats alone near the ceiling
Staring back on her form
She's satisfied
Studying the fly on her arm

Come the bells
And the trumpets
And the the choirs
The kingdom calls

I see her now
Crying for a world that is lost
She turns her eyes for onе glance
As they're covеring with frost

The gems of the dead lead
From beyond the Western mountains
To the shore