When you reach the final day at the end of your long way You can hear the distant call of the dead That wait for you you cross the bridge of death so slow As Styx, the river runs below And you're passing through the gates to the land of the dead Bell of doom, it strikes, seven times bell of doom, it seals The fate of your soul the woeful tears of your eyes Shall be kept in the chalice of hell and left to then fallen one As the key to your soul visions that are telling you What your tasks will henceforth be A servant to his highness of the night, eternally bell of doom