Ring o’ ring:
Ring o’ ring, the bell of death doth toll, when you close your eyes and know your statue finally fell.
The wings of Icarus melted at the beats of the sun, crashed, at the toll of the bell of death.
Ring o’ ring, the father doth call, I don’t know what he wants nor do I think I want to. But it couldn’t be anything good, not from the mouth that bites the hand that it feeds.
Ring o’ ring,
it’s all you hear amongst the silence,
Ring o’ ring,
is all you hear in your final moments.