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Bells of Albion in WW2

.                                                         Bong

                                           Albion’s sweetest song 

                              Silenced in the bitter war six years long

                         Every marriage stave and every funeral knell

                  Every vanishing joy of life and every sorrow from death 

             Were met with death-filled silence, as the world wailed in hell

           Bells only rung when countless were about to lose their life’s breath 

         No bells to cast away demons, only to warn their new servant’s arrival

         Albion hoped that these bells would stop war’s storm from carrying on

         The empire where the sun never sets, was about to set with no revival

         No requiem sung for the parting day or for the day of the morning Son    
 
        No bells for the lamb’s birth or his awakening from the grave’s restraints

        Prayers from towers could not reach the angels in the heavenly domain 

    Prayers of families sheltered underground reached angels and martyred saints

Hoping for heaven’s dove to return, and for those bells to sing despite England’s rain 

                                                               Ding-dong 

                                                                   Bong

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