Bella Morte - Ruins

Smoke in our eyes
Fire in burning fingers
Nothing but time in our minds
Like the dead
With a cry we are there
Our hands on our hearts
Protecting all we have
All we ever were

Smoke in the sky
Speaks of the coming danger
The downfall of our lives
Cut and bled
All is lost to the flames
As red fills the night
Words like ruins crumble
Words like ruins die

All things must fall
There's nothing more to say
Just as the light of day
All things must fall
We've seen it all before
The roses wilt, the heart grows cold
And we fade away