Bella Morte

'Twas on an autumn evening, a scream came juddering through the floor
All kinds of people came rushing, rushing and banging on her door
I heard the sound of a spluttering, but an answer there came none
I’m sure I heard a foreign tongue
Bella morte]
Bella morte] (Chorus)
Break down the door and you find, well you find what you’re looking for,
excitement
Messy and bloody on the bed, and the limbs of the body all broken and bent
Oh, baby, I don’t think you’d better come in
Don’t you finger anything
Carne Marcia!
Oh, strange amorphous creature Father Nature has debased
I cannot see one feature left upon your lipless face
Oh, mother, I haven’t slept for many nights
Thinking about the awful sight