Turn away as the storm draws near
Hear the thunder-s distant cry
Taste the air to find a trace of yesterday
Falling under waves of time

Her twilight eyes turn the night sky red
Timeless words cannot fade
Though our skies grow grey

Haunted winds speak of fallen homes
Painted eyes leave a tear
In her heart I place a promise that shall live
Amongst December-s fondest dreams

To never find this life again
To never fïnd our way

• bella morte - fall no more (60)
• bella morte - autumn (61)
• bella morte - away (62)
• bella morte - doubt (62)
• bella morte - as we descend (63)
• bella morte - evensong (63)
• bella morte - as night calls (65)
• bella morte - embers (66)
• bella morte - first light (66)
• bella morte - demons (66)
• bella morte - always (71)
• bella morte - angels & faith (72)
• bella morte - echoes (73)
• bella morte - as heaven sang (74)
• bella morte - christina (75)
• bella morte - december dreams (77)
• bella morte - funeral night (77)