Captain, seize the cathedral!
But sir, the laws of sanctuary!
I am the archdeacon of this cathedral
I negate the laws of sanctuary! Open those doors!
Ram them through if you must!
Come all you saints of stone
All you guardians and gargoyles
Now, and light these vats of lead
Steaming, boiling streams of lead
Burning lead and let the flames grow higher
Oh, you saints and monsters
Help me to send this raging shower
And we wish we could leave you a moral
Like a trinket you hold in your palm
But here is a riddle to guess, if you can
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
Bells, bells (Whatever their pitch you)
Bells, bells (Can feel them bewitch you)
Bells, bells(The rich and the ritual knells)