David Shankle Group - The Tolling Of The Bell lyrics

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