Demons - Bella Morte

In their eyes we see the dawn fall to the day

Whispered fears cast light against the

Gathered grey

In their minds our time is lost and ever still

They will see where horror lies

Demons come

Through the fire and hell of other planes to claim their own

The years of pain are cast into the grave

Far away I hear their cries and I carry on to

See them dead

To grasp this chance within my hands tonight

Demons come

They crawl into the world

So alone demons come

They crawl into the night

In the cold

Red-black mists of death sigh names

Forgotten to the wind

They all see darkness through the failing light

In my rage I am the storm

I am the lost;

I am the one

To see an end to all that could have been