Angels and Faith - Bella Morte

Looking down at my life

I find the cold stare of spite

In a copse the Angel sighs

I long to feel her at my side

Hope is dread, it waits for me

And through it cloak I cannot see

Within her arms I wish to rest

But she’s slave to cold, sweet death

And she knows what’s in my heart

And she sees the falling snow

On this darkest night of life

And she sees the fires burn

Underneath the falling snow

On this darkest night of life

I trace her steps and yet I find

A search in vain to end this life

I smell the rose within her hand

Existing in the hour’s sand

Hope is dread

It waits for me

From its grasp I long to be

She shuts her eyes, the darkness falls

And life is lost to midnight’s call