Verse
F#m D
Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone
E C#7
Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone
F#m D
Taken by the church, his soul will be a slave of God
E C#7
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd
[Pre-Chorus 1]
D A E F#m
We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
D A E C#7
Dancing on the tallest to-wers
F#m C#7 E G#m
Arcades and spires, filling his heart
F#m C#7 E B
Deep like the choir, fine like the art
F#m C#7
Is the place my cell, is it?
E B
Is God's home my hell?
D A B
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
C#7
Until I toll
[Chorus]
F#m D
I am grim, full of gloom
E A
In my dim gothic tomb
D A Bm
But the bells in my heart chime forever
F#m D
With the ding that be-longs
E A
To the king of their songs
D A E F#m
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
[Verse 2]
F#m D
In the wheel of life, he is a horror for the crowd
E C#7
When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?
F#m D
Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
E C#7
Wants to be a rock or metal like his soulless mates
[Pre-Chorus 2]
D A E F#m
We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
D A E C#7
Crying on the tallest to-wers
F#m C#7 E G#m
Gargoyles and columns, his reality
F#m C#7 E B
Chants which are solemn, his agony
F#m C#7
Is the place my cell, is it?
E B
Is God's home my hell?
D A B
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
C#7
Until I toll
[Chorus]
F#m D
I am grim, full of gloom
E A
In my dim gothic tomb
D A Bm
But the bells in my heart chime forever
F#m D
With the ding that belongs
E A
To the king of their songs
D A E
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
(Repeat to End)