Текст (слова) песни: Bella Morte - December Dreams

Turn away as the storm draws near
Hear the thunders distant cry
Taste the air to find a trace of yesterday
Falling under waves of time

Her twilight eyes turn the night sky red
Timeless words cannot fade
Though our skies grow grey

Haunted winds speak of fallen homes
Painted eyes leave a tear
In her heart I place a promise that shall live
Amongst Decembers fondest dreams

To never find this life again
To never find our way
Другие песни Bella Morte:

As Night Calls
Away
December Dreams
Doubt
Mist and Stone
Neverland
Relics
The Dawning
The Metro
The Rain Within Her Hands
Where Shadows Lie
Winter