In the twentieth century Bells
In a twinkling render hell
A sad melody dothe fortell
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 ending 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 do 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