Bella Morte - Break This Cold

I walk these haunted streets alone
A thousand doors gone raven black
Spirits move and then they look away
For I wear the face of a man who has died

The past still breaths beneath this sky
Old laughter smothered in the rain
One last glance into that starlit night
And I walk away, walk away, walk away

Walk this winter mile under the snow
Knowing the sun won't ever break this cold
You can plant a seed below
But roses will not grow anymore