Beckoning me through aeons of time – captured by you
in dismay
I try to elude these prisions of flesh – but return to
shattered domains

There's no image in the mirror
Shattered glass impales my soul

She's like thorns of sorrow – ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow – visions turning red

Enchanting me – defying my love – I'm hindered with
penance and pain
False reflection of grandeur and light – leaves my heart
bleeding and stained

There's no image in the mirror
Shattered glass impales my soul

She's like thorns of sorrow – ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow – visions turning red

She's like thorns of sorrow – ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow – visions turning red

She's like thorns of sorrow – ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow – visions turning red