In The Dirt - Bella Morte

This is the end for them

Black suits and tragic words linger

The absence of miracles, I Wash them away

No time for words and tears

Discipline holds the room silent

Raising the stakes again, I Tear it away.

This rift won’t mend again

Dig deep to uncover

There’s something in the dirt

Dead fingers rise, I descend

This is the end for them

Silent they stand at attention

Under a clouded sky

I wish them away

As strong as the chains that bind

This darkness to my mind

This rift won’t mend again

Dig deep to uncover

There’s something in the dirt

Dead fingers rise, I descend

Dig deep in the dirt, searching

Searching for what was lost below

This rift won’t mend again

Dig deep to uncover

There’s something in the dirt

Dead fingers rise, I descend