Barbarian Kings

The thought of one more [?] Like a [?] guard your [?] But when [?] are echoing through the halls Flying to freedom, fly a hundred foot Bells ring when things get out of hand Barbarian kings come crash your paradise [?] buried deep in [?] of dust [?] stretch to reach the fray Behind a pair of [?] golden rust Feed parasitic [?] Bells ring when things get out of hand Barbarian kings come crash your paradise [?] to preserve [?] beauty [?] thousand [?] dust [?] Bells ring when things get out of hand Barbarian kings come crash your paradise