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

We see the hunchback in Dame
Dancing on the towers

and spires, filling his heart,
Deep the choir, fine like the art
Is the my cell, is it?
Is God's home my
Oh, my body my poor soul,
I toll!

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

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

We hear the hunchback in Notre
on the tallest towers

Gargoyles and columns, his
Chants are solemn, his agony
Is place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my
Oh, my imprisons my poor soul
i toll!

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