December Dreams

Bella Morte

Composición de: Bella Morte
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 find our way
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