Bella Morte - Prayers For The Damned

Her voice is a knife, a stab in the dark
Devastation in her wake
The ashes of who we were
Darkest of hearts, darkest of thoughts
The hollow lies beneath her scars, beneath her soul

Her curse is death, a plague on the world
Wanting more than everything, wanting more than all
Darkest of hearts, darkest of thoughts
The hollow lies beneath her scars, beneath her soul

Death in her hands, night in her eyes
Prayers for the damned lost in the sky
Nowhere to run but somewhere to hide
Outside the lines of this divide