Final Words - Bella Morte

I can’t find my way

I fear I’ve gone too far

The war is done, but my struggle’s just begun

I can’t feel my hands

The weather’s turning harsh

I travel on beneath the ash that falls like snow

An endless night

Into an age when time has died

All that remains is the want to survive

Wander through decay

I step through the ruin of all I’ve known

Gone is the sun

Gone is our hope today

The sky above is grey as far as I can see

And I’m so cold

I know that I can’t walk much more

I think I’ll rest a while though I may not wake

But I can’t care

All those I’ve loved have long been dead