The Last

Bella Morte

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    The reason finds the aching sky
    And torment learns its name
    Fading dreams awash with fear
    Of a prophecy that lives
    Will you be there at my side
    With farewell held to our hearts?
    For so little can be said
    As the end has found its time
    The nights seem far away
    And I fall into the midst of our dying day
    Fear

    The screams are heard against the sighs
    As a blade against the skin
    Empires fail to face the truth
    As a world is left with time

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    To the dreams of what was shared
    throughout the evenings warmest winds
    Our lives shall stand among the ruin
    To ever echo through the grey

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