I hang here high above the square
Cold winter wind is in my hair
The village sleeps in gray and white
I watch the stars throughout the night
My heavy tongue is made of rust
The old stone walls are thick with dust
The mist rolls in from valley floors
It locks the locks on heavy doors
Toll for the wind and the frozen ground
The only beat is my iron sound
Ringing the mist till the morning light
Holding the ghost of the winter night
A lonely dog walks down the street
The frozen mud clings to his feet
The taxi driver turns his key
He looks up high and looks at me
Toll for the wind and the frozen ground
The only beat is my iron sound
Ringing the mist till the morning light
Holding the ghost of the winter night
Heavy metal hits the cold air
The empty plaza is stripped and bare
One big strike to wake the dead
While the village hides in a warm bed
The cobblestones are slick and black
The winter wind won't turn its back
The old men lean on wooden canes
While ice descends in silver chains
I feel the rope pull tight and strong
I sing the same and steady song
The valley fog is thick and deep
While all the tired people sleep
Toll for the wind and the frozen ground
The only beat is my iron sound
Ringing the mist till the morning light
Holding the ghost of the winter night
Iron and rust in the winter air
Cold wind blowing everywhere
Clang, clang, the cold wind blows.
