Rellics - Bella Morte

As our faiths bleeds into day

This feeble dream is born

As dark as winter’s voice

As silent as the rain

A place is found within

Where hearts are formed of glass

And fragile songs are heard

As mist from ancient times

Everyone will fall again

Everything shall die again

And within the violet rose

Matures to fall in Ash

Our fears, cofirmed, do sleep

To trouble us no more

And in the dimming light

Her eyes do grace my thoughts

As haunting as the sea

As soft as winter’s touch

Everyone will fall again

Everything shall die again