Relics
Bella Morte
As our faiths bleeds into day
This feeble dream is born
As dark 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