For whom do the bells toll

For whom do the bells toll,
my pretty?
For the Angels,
For the empire of their innocence
is coming to an end!

And for whom does God cry so much rain,
my pretty?
For my Love,
For the empire of its happiness
is coming into being!

And why does the Cathedral stand so proud,
my pretty?
For you, my dear
For the empire of thy heart
has been conquered!