Bells of Notre Dame
Dark Moor Lyrics


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Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone
Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone
Taken by the Church, his soul will be a slave of God
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd

We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
Dancing on the tallest towers
Arcades and spires, filling his heart
Deep like the choir, fine like the art
Is the place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
Until I toll!

I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame

In the Wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd
When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?
Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
Wants to be a rock or metal like his souless mates

We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
Crying on the tallest towers

Gargoyles and columns, his reality
Chants which are solemn, his agony
Is this place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
Until I toll!

I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs




To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame

Overall Meaning

"Bells of Notre Dame" by Dark Moor describes the story of Quasimodo, the hunchbacked bell-ringer of Notre Dame Cathedral. The lyrics paint a picture of Quasimodo's tragic past, being abandoned as a baby and left to fend for himself. He is taken in by the Church, but his deformity marks him as an outcast and forces him to live a life of solitude. Despite his melancholic life, Quasimodo finds solace in the bells of Notre Dame, which he sees as his true home.


The song emphasizes Quasimodo's feelings of isolation and hopelessness. He wonders if God's home is really his hell, and his body feels like a prison for his soul. However, the bells of Notre Dame give him a sense of purpose and belonging, and he is proud to be the "sound of Notre Dame". The lyrics also touch on the idea that Quasimodo is more than just his physical appearance – his heart, spirit, and dedication to ringing the bells make him an integral part of the cathedral.


Line by Line Meaning

Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone
The hunchback was abandoned on a cold stone staircase as a baby, and it was not a fortunate situation.


Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone
The hunchback was cursed to live a life of loneliness and marked for ridicule simply by being different.


Taken by the Church, his soul will be a slave of God
The Church took him in, and he devoted his soul to it completely.


In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd
Despite the beauty of the belfry, the hunchback's presence is strange and out of place.


Arcades and spires, filling his heart
The architecture of Notre Dame fills the hunchback's heart, and he finds beauty in it.


Deep like the choir, fine like the art
The beauty he finds in the architecture and art of Notre Dame is deep, meaningful and elegant.


Is the place my cell, is it? Is God's home my hell?
The hunchback questions if Notre Dame is his place of confinement, or if it is God's own version of hell for him.


Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul, until I toll!
The hunchback feels that his physical deformity has trapped his soul and he must remain inside the bell tower until he passes away.


I am grim, full of gloom, in my dim gothic tomb
The hunchback is melancholic and dismal and feels trapped in his gothic bell tower.


But the bells in my heart chime for ever, with the ding that belongs to the king of their songs
While he may be trapped, the hunchback's heart sings the beautiful songs of the bells and their melody never fades.


I'm the sound of Notre Dame
Despite his physical appearance, the hunchback is a vital part of the Notre Dame and its culture because he is one of the people responsible for the beautiful sound of the bells.


In the Wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd
To most of the people who witness him, the hunchback is a horrifying figure who does not fit amongst them.


When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?
The hunchback wonders when he will be able to experience the true light of the world and be accepted by those around him.


Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
When the hunchback contemplates the bells, he is reminded of his own fate which he considers tragic.


Wants to be a rock or metal like his souless mates
The hunchback wishes he could be a lifeless piece of metal or stone, as it would be easier than living with the constant torment of his appearance and outsider status.


We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame, crying on the tallest towers
The hunchback's sadness echoes through the towers of Notre Dame as he cries out, consumed by his pain and loneliness.


Gargoyles and columns, his reality
The hunchback's reality is defined by gargoyles and columns, and he is just as much a part of the architecture as they are.


Chants which are solemn, his agony
The hunchback's pain is a heavy burden he bears, and it is reflected in the sombre hymns he sings to the bells.




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