Exorcisms - Bella Morte

A monster finds life within

A darkness inside

With little left to defend

No one to defy

The eyes of disorder

Stare in to watch over

To be sure that none will survive

We’re dying as martyrs

Delivered from torture

To turn back the tide

Light this fire

And burn what has been

Leave it behind, let go

Scream in to the sun

Let it begin

There’s the blackest soul

Possessing my mind

Fall down from the cross now

Wipe blood from my brow and

Leave it behind

Light this fire

And burn what has been

Leave it behind, let go

Scream in to the sun

Let it begin

Stand up and light this fire

And burn what has been

Leave it behind, let go

Scream in to the sun

Let it begin, this fire

And burn what has been

Leave it behind, let go

Scream in to the sun

Let it begin