Hells Bells Lyrics Novels & Stories

It feels like only yesterday that she fitted in my arms as I rocked her, singing her back to sleep. Take me home tonight, I'd do anything with you, buy a bottle of whiskey, we'll get matching tattoos, tell me that you love me, let me drive your car, we can sit 'til morning light, just countin' every star, 'cause if there's a hell, I'll meet you there, and if there's a heaven, they're serving beer, and if you're an angel, then I must be high, if there's a church, It's rock 'n roll, if there's a devil, I sold my soul, and it's alright whatever we do tonight, 'cause if there's a god, dammit she won't mind, If there's a god, baby, she won't mind.

I said smiling. "Babe, are you sure this is what you want?" Arrow asked. "I'm sure, I want the world to know I am yours," I said proudly. I wasn't sure I was ready for such a huge party but, I was tired of feeling like I was hiding. I would take my power back and show them I am not afraid. If it meant facing my own fears, then I will do it. I smiled at my mates before kissing each one. "I love you," I said to each of my Hell twins.

They had a boy barely older than Jamie ring a handbell at every word Amen until the sound was a net. The House of Sacred Song knew what all devotions learn late: sound moves through stone. Sound holds. Sound binds. I do not know whether my hunger will learn to bind me stronger than their iron did. I fear the answer. I fear more that it will not. The night gave me its full attention. That is not a comfort. A siren far off keened like a priest who has forgotten which God he serves. A neighbor above her rooms argued with a box that vomited numbers. A drunk two streets over tried to fight a door and lost.

The chilling melody seemed to grow louder, a relentless reminder of the nightmare that felt all too real. As the day dragged on, Kathleen's unease only grew. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Every shadow seemed to hide a lurking presence, every creak and whisper in the office setting her nerves on edge. She tried to drown herself in work, but the ominous hum of the lullaby was a constant, tormenting backdrop.

"The light's out~ the fans are gone ~ I stay to practice one more song ~ The silence that fills these walls are deafening ~ Was it all a lie? Those cheers that nearly reached the sky. ~ And the bodies that moved at the wave of my hannnnd. ~ And the bodies that moved at the wave of my hannnnnnnd.~ And the bodies that moved at the wave of my HAANNND!~ Goooolden Hysteriaaaa! ~ I reach for you and you all reach for me!~ When I am old and grey~ I'll recall my glory days~ And your voices will sing with me~ In symphony! ~ Goooolden Hysteriaaaaa! Those days we nearly became God! The hearts we struck, The hearts we stole, I don't want to forget it at all.

FOUR YEARS LATER. ELIZABETH'S POV The music lyrics pounded in my eyes very loudly as I danced to the song. Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I shall die before I 'wake I pray the Lord my soul to take I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind They talk shit, but I love it every time And I realize I've tasted blood and it is sweet

Hey, hey, hey falcons! Fly past the mountains, forests and valleys. Ring, ring, ring little bell. My steppe little skylark There are many girls in the world, But the most in Forterein. There, I left my heart With my bellowed girl. Hey, hey, hey falcons! Fly past the mountains, forest and valleys. Ring, ring, ring little bell. My steppe - ring, ring, ring. She alone remained there, My little swallow, And I'm here in this foreign land.

Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West,

(where? It's hella trophies and it's hella thick (hella thick, hella thick) What you think 'bout that? (well) What you think 'bout that? (well) I bet it got my haters hella sick (hella sick) Come and follow me, follow me with your signs up I'm so firin', firin', boy, your time's up Keep on runnin' and runnin' until I catch up How you dare? How you dare? How you dare?

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.