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🔔 “Ring the bells backward, Paris burns…” The bells Quasimodo once rang for hope now toll for vengeance. In this Hunchback AU, the gentle bell-ringer rises from the grave, cursing Paris to share his twisted form and Esmeralda’s agony—one backward peal at a time. I am so happy with how this one came out, so I hope you enjoy it too, let the bells toll! !sdrawkcaB – Character: Quasimodo – Universe: The Hunchback of Notre Dame – Genres / Motifs: Gothic orchestral horror, reversed bell motifs, apocalyptic choir, dark cinematic rock 🎵 Original Song by MythicTune 🎤 Concept, Visuals & Lyrics by MythicTune 🔔 Subscribe for more cathedral-shaking anthems → @MythicTune 💬 Is Quasimodo seeking justice—or damning the innocent with the guilty? --- ⚠ No re-uploads. Excerpts OK under fair use. All lyrics, music, and visuals in this video are licensed exclusively to MythicTune (2025). Please do not download, re-upload, or redistribute any part of this content without my explicit written permission. Reaction videos, reviews, or brief, credited excerpts under fair use are welcome; full re-uploads are not. Thank you for respecting the creator’s rights and effort. --- #quasimodo #gothic #disneyvillain #opera #mythictune LYRICS: They found us in the charnel house... her bones in my arms. Two skeletons embracing. How romantic, they must have thought. But they didn't hear what I heard as I died... Every bell I ever rang, calling back to me. Demanding justice. Demanding payment. Paris... you killed an angel. Now feel what it means to be damned. Forty years I rang your bells for morning prayer Forty years of bronze and rope burning through my hands Now those bells ring backward through the nightmare As my dying breath makes its final demands (Ding... dong... wrong... gone...) She danced while you gathered wood to burn her You cheered as the noose kissed her throat So let every bell become my curse's murmur Every chime a vengeful note Feel your spine begin to bend Feel your face begin to twist This is how my story ends With Paris trapped inside my fist Ring the bells backward, time unwinds In pockets of the city where my rage resides Ring the bells backward, twisted spines Feel the hunch that mercy never could provide (Sanctuary! Sanctuary! There is none!) False accusers choke on their own lies As the bells toll out their sins Welcome to the Paris that never dies Where my torment begins again, again, again The judge who condemned her wakes up mute His tongue as twisted as the "truth" he spoke The crowd that jeered finds their faces acute Angles wrong like mine, their beauty broke (Ring backward, bring backward their crimes) Children point and scream at their reflection While their parents' backs begin to bow This is my posthumous insurrection You're all Quasimodos now She said I was beautiful inside! But you only saw the monster's shape! So let's see how beautiful you are When your bones trying to escape! Every bell tower screams my name! Every church a torture chamber! You killed kindness! You murdered grace! Now your children bear my face! In the vault of the Montfaucon I held her as my heart went still But hearts that break with this much wrong Find ways to force their will Through every bell that's ever rung Through every rope I've ever pulled My dying curse has just begun Until your graveyards are filled Ring the bells backward, Paris burns In temporal fires that twist and writhe Ring the bells backward, each soul learns What it means to be barely alive (No sanctuary! No mercy! No end!) Watch your beauty become my shame As the curse spreads street by street Quasimodo is every name When the bells make you incomplete Do you hear them? The bells of Notre Dame? They're ringing backward through your children's dreams. Every generation will know my shape, my pain. "Quasimodo..." I'm sorry, Esmeralda. I couldn't save you... But I can make them all remember why you died. Ring... ring... ring...ring...forever.. Ring...ring...ring...forever Forever.