At midnight ring the winter bells,
and snow will soon arrive.
The winter bells grow cold
for they are dead and not alive.
They herald in the harsh north wind
that drives the icy rain.
They ring discordant harmonies
that leave the ears in pain.
We’ve no escape from winter bells
through land or on the seas.
We’ll die just when the tolling fades
because the bells too,
freeze.
Beyond Panic 