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