Relics Lyrics - Bella Morte

As our faith bleeds into day 

This feeble dream is born 

As dark as winter's voice 

As silent as the rain 

A place is found within 

Where hearts are formed of glass 

And fragile songs are heard 

As mist from ancient times 

Everyone will fall again 

Everything shall die again 

And within the violet rose 

Matures to fall in Ash 

Our fears, confirmed, do sleep 

To trouble us no more 

And in the dimming light 

Her eyes do grace my thoughts 

As haunting as the sea 

As soft as winter's touch 

Everyone will fall again 

Everything shall die again