Can’t you hear the Creeping Bell?
The din of silence deep in hell
From whence the screams of moral men
Sound the call to die again.
And when the Creeping Bell does ring
The noise of nothing, deafening,
Tis with their eyes that they shall hear
The sound of shadows growing near.
And there within the Ever-dark
The Quiet whispers, deep and stark
And tears the ears from off their head
To keep in silence what is said.
But lo there comes a quiet voice
That gives the moral man a choice:
To lie and bleed with nothing gain’d
Or stand and live, but stand insane.
And with this choice they die again
Then with their voices join the din
The chorus calls to all in hell:
Can’t you hear the Creeping Bell?
