The Dead - Bella Morte

Dig the grave with sweat and spade

To the ground the truth is laid

Now watch the storm that follows

Don’t look into our eyes or you

May rise up to find the day

So bright and yet so hollow

We stand

We fight

We move

Into the night

We are the death of legends

We stand so black in grief

Of what has passed

We owe the world no debt

Living ends with shattered bones

Across the cemetery roam

Into the grey-lit twilight

And from the soil another cries

To pierce the dark against the lies

And never see them falter