Bella Morte - Relics

As our faith bleeds into day
This feeble dream is born
As dark as winter's voice
As silent as the rain
A place is found within
Where hearts are formed in glass
And fragile songs are heard
As mist from ancient times

Everyone will fall again
Everything shall die again (Oh)
Everyone will fall again (Oh)
Everything shall die again

And within the violet rose
Matures to fall in ash
Our fears, confirmed, 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

Everyonе will fall again
Everything shall die again (Oh, oh)
Everyonе will fall again (Oh, oh)
Everything shall die again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh)