Faceless is the shadow for the eye that sees
Hollow is its fear on the inside
Beholding the key to life and death
Merciless, still trying not to be re-restrained
Hollow is its fear on the inside
Beholding the key to life and death
Merciless, still trying not to be re-restrained
Raising the symbols towards the sky
The fiction seems more real than life itself
The fiction seems more real than life itself
Infected with something I quite cannot understand
My eyes are burning
Feel the pain through compulsions of the past
And you will know that the mirror doesn't lie
My eyes are burning
Feel the pain through compulsions of the past
And you will know that the mirror doesn't lie
Endless, so cold
Swept through the ashes of fire and blood
Swept through the ashes of fire and blood
Reaching for Hell
In a place, in a dream
So far away
In a place, in a dream
So far away
Infected with something I quite cannot understand
My eyes are burning
Feel the pain through compulsions of the past
And you will know that the mirror does not lie
My eyes are burning
Feel the pain through compulsions of the past
And you will know that the mirror does not lie