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Bella Morte Remains Remains Sweeping winds of greyest passion Find the four who wander fated Within halls their velvet laughter Is heard unknown from places shaded Eyes are lined with black of midnight Lips all touched in scarlet bliss Tattered velvet, lace and chains What dead have known such grace as this Here let us lay for this age Has sung its last days Under the full moons' watch Black is the coffin in which our dreams lie Silver remains of the time of our glory Stand where our temple fell Black are the mirrors to which our fears fly Pale hands flicker beneath the white lights In rhythm with the living darkness Others follow void of meaning To stand in shadows as if thoughtless Boots are laced through shining eyelets Cobwebs line the greying hall The dance goes on but pales without you As winter turns to see the fall Through warmest nights of starlit skies My eyes must find another life Where once we hoped to ever be The only ones who understood We now must face the coldest truth That precious little matters now For what we felt forever breathes Within the silver by the sea |
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