Hark hear the bells, sad silver bells
In Lordaeron, but they are gone
Arthas he came, man of great fame
To the old throne, all made of stone
Ding dong ding dong, that is our song
No more ringing, and so we sing
Killed father dear, thus no more cheer
Details are vague, but brought the plague
Wish they would sound, bells on the ground
Through the city, quite a pity
Dead sleeping deep, and so we weep
No more ringing, and so we sing
There is no joy in the veil of winter
There is no joy in the bloitting veil of winter
On on they send, to our dark end
Chimes from the past, are fading fast
Hark hear the bells, sad silver bells
All seem to say, thou we betray
On on they send, to our dark end
Chimes from the past, are fading fast
Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong

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