Lyrics Bella Morte

Bella Morte

The Dawning

The book is found, the pages read

As times fallen and forgotten rise

And I stand alone with dread

Impending doom is whispered in the fog

I watch and wait with fearful heart

To see the dark ones take my hand

Within this place the mirrors mock and laugh

As one by one they fall to Ash

It seems the dawn shall never set

With rusted blade I sever those I've loved

To stand a martyr bathed in blood

To find an age unknown to me

Into my world a spirit wakes

Screaming from the walls and glass

And in the pages morning stirs

Seemingly a hope is born

And from the sky a warrior falls

Weary with remorse and death

To rise and fall