Verse
Em C
Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone
D B7
Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone
Em C
Taken by the church, his soul will be a slave of God
D B7
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd
[Pre-Chorus 1]
C G D Em
We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
C G D B7
Dancing on the tallest to-wers
Em B7 D F#m
Arcades and spires, filling his heart
Em B7 D A
Deep like the choir, fine like the art
Em B7
Is the place my cell, is it?
D A
Is God's home my hell?
C G A
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
B7
Until I toll
[Chorus]
Em C
I am grim, full of gloom
D G
In my dim gothic tomb
C G Am
But the bells in my heart chime forever
Em C
With the ding that be-longs
D G
To the king of their songs
C G D Em
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
[Verse 2]
Em C
In the wheel of life, he is a horror for the crowd
D B7
When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?
Em C
Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate
D B7
Wants to be a rock or metal like his soulless mates
[Pre-Chorus 2]
C G D Em
We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
C G D B7
Crying on the tallest to-wers
Em B7 D F#m
Gargoyles and columns, his reality
Em B7 D A
Chants which are solemn, his agony
Em B7
Is the place my cell, is it?
D A
Is God's home my hell?
C G A
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
B7
Until I toll
[Chorus]
Em C
I am grim, full of gloom
D G
In my dim gothic tomb
C G Am
But the bells in my heart chime forever
Em C
With the ding that belongs
D G
To the king of their songs
C G D
I'm the sound of Notre Dame
(Repeat to End)