Exorcisms

Bella Morte

A monster finds life within
A darkness inside
With little left to defend
No one to defy

The eyes of disorder
Stare in to watch over
To be sure that none will survive
We're dying as martyrs
Delivered from torture
To turn back the tide

Light this fire
And burn what has been
Leave it behind, let go
Scream in to the sun
Let it begin

There's the blackest soul
Possessing my mind
Fall down from the cross now
Wipe blood from my brow and
Leave it behind

Light this fire
And burn what has been
Leave it behind, let go
Scream in to the sun
Let it begin

Stand up and light this fire
And burn what has been
Leave it behind, let go
Scream in to the sun
Let it begin, this fire
And burn what has been
Leave it behind, let go
Scream in to the sun
Let it begin