Remains Lyrics - Bella Morte

Sweeping winds of greyest passion 

Find the four who wander fated 

Within halls their scarlet 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 day 

Under the full moon's 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 

Here let us lay for this age as sung its last days 

Under the full moon's watch 

(Black are the coffins 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)