The Spell in the Cathedral کے بول

Walking in the spellbound cathedral Where hidden angels sing in grey bliss Sinister saints in their catacombs Sinners in a row, sobbing on their knees Spirits Howling hypnotic hymns Filling the air with echoes of bells Rotten flowers under the sanctuary Running away from the flames of hell Cold shadows over the cathedral where the clouds won't go away Solitairy thoughts coming to surface Crossing themselves, they always obey