Last Days - Bella Morte

In this place the winds blow colder

And the nights are long

I fear your life will soon be over

Like a fading song

The cries, a scream to reach the sky

Will we all die before the sun can rise?

I hear their cries'

And your face seems somehow altered

Something swims below

If I live to be much older

I fear I’ll be alone

For your stare speaks something so

Insane

And I know you won’t be saved tonight