Bella Morte Last Days
In this place the winds blow colder
And the nights are long
I fear your life will soon be over
Like a fading song
The cries, a scream to reach the sky
Will we all die before the sun can rise?
I hear their cries…
And your face seems somehow altered
Something swims below
If I live to be much older
I fear I’ll be alone
For your stare speaks something so
insane
And I know you won’t be saved tonight
