From stillborn cradle where the nations sleep, to the halls of learning where the new gods meet,
No one knows the reason why the shadows swell, but the distant ringing of the mission bells.

There is no Heaven and there is no Hell; they still keep ringing up the mission bells,
Dead men have no tales to tell, but they still keep ringing up the mission bells.

The bland lead the bland, in a pale new world where dreams of democracy are now unfurled,
On the lips of infallacy, a peace proclaimed - breath of revolution, without change.

There is no Heaven and there is no Hell, but they still keep ringing up the mission bells,
Dead men have no tales to tell, but they still keep ringing up the mission bells.

Hear the words of the prophets, see the men on stilts, as they bow to the effigies that they have built,
Once faith was a virtue, now it's use denied, and the bones bleach white under western skies.

There is no Heaven and there is no Hell, but they still keep ringing up the mission bells,
Dead men have no tales to tell, but they still keep ringing up the mission bells,
There is no Heaven and there is no Hell, but they still keep ringing up the mission bells,
We were there the day the red god fell, but they still keep ringing up the mission bells.