The city awakes to the bells.

The fisherman fishes.

The baker man bakes to the bells of Notre Brother to the big bells.

As loud as the thunder to the little bell?

Soft as a psalm.

And some say the soul of the city is the toll of the bell.

Dark was the night when our tale was begun On the docks near Notre.

Will you will be spotted all right?

And the gypsies slid silently under the docks.

No forgiveness for safe passage into paris had been laid for the gypsies and they gazed up in fear.

And the figure whose clutches were iron as much as the bell judge.

Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin.

And he saw corruption everywhere except within a baby.

A monster.

Yes, mm hmm.

Mhm.

See there the innocent blood you have spilled on the steps of Notre radar ambulance!

She ran, I pursued.

Now, you would add this child's blood to your guilt on the steps of Notre dame.

My conscience is clear.

Can lie to yourself and your minions.

You can claim that you haven't a qualm, but you never can run from your hide what you've done from the eyes very eyes.

And for one time in his life of power and control, I felt a twinge of fear for his immortal.

What must I do?

Just so he's kept locked away where no one else can see even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be of use to me now, here is a riddle to guess if you can sing the bells of Notre Dom, Who is the monster and who is the man Yeah.