Verse
Am F
Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone
G E7
Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone
Am F
Taken by the church, his soul will be a slave of God
G E7
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd
[Pre-Chorus 1]
F C G Am
We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
F C G E7
Dancing on the tallest to-wers
Am E7 G Bm
Arcades and spires, filling his heart
Am E7 G D
Deep like the choir, fine like the art
Am E7
Is the place my cell, is it?
G D
Is God's home my hell?
F C D
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
E7
Until I toll
[Chorus]
Am F
I am grim, full of gloom
G C
In my dim gothic tomb
F C Dm
But the bells in my heart chime forever
Am F
With the ding that be-longs
G C
To the king of their songs
F C G Am
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
[Verse 2]
Am F
In the wheel of life, he is a horror for the crowd
G E7
When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?
Am F
Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
G E7
Wants to be a rock or metal like his soulless mates
[Pre-Chorus 2]
F C G Am
We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
F C G E7
Crying on the tallest to-wers
Am E7 G Bm
Gargoyles and columns, his reality
Am E7 G D
Chants which are solemn, his agony
Am E7
Is the place my cell, is it?
G D
Is God's home my hell?
F C D
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
E7
Until I toll
[Chorus]
Am F
I am grim, full of gloom
G C
In my dim gothic tomb
F C Dm
But the bells in my heart chime forever
Am F
With the ding that belongs
G C
To the king of their songs
F C G
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
(Repeat to End)