In the twentieth century Bells

In twinkling render hell

And sad melody dothe foretell

 In the dark and endless night

Beginning heartless tearing fright

 I hear those bells bells bells

I hear the wind-driven shameless shaking bells

In the day they merrily ring

With a ding a ling a ling

And my mind imagines things

Please my soul don’t fearfully wing

I hold my ears to stop the din

Of those bells bells bells

Of those piercing grinning banshee-driven bells

Of bells with ringing chime

Ting ting shrilling sordid rhyme

Allah, please deliver a sign

Marking the end of this time

Instruct the fates to be so kind

At the yelling and the shrieking of the bells

Of those horrid screaming profane tingling bells

I always hear the bells

When I am sick or when I am well

With a flinch or with a yell

May my sanity be weld

Or my future be foretold

With those bells bells bells

Of those merciless tearing ringing pinging bells

Of course, bells are only noise

And disrupt my natural poise

May their sounds I  will avoid

Until I go unto my lord

In the far and distant future

O those bells bells bells

Of those bing bong binging evil bells