Circle Of Ouroborus Dead Eyes Dead Soul
Eyes are the mirrors of your souls, they say but I'm so
blind, a castaway I tried to get into my thoughts I
endeavoured to rise, not to fall Dead eyes, dead eyes...
dead soul The mirror and the reflection my life and its
destruction Is this rot in or out of me? Are my eyes
too dead to see? While walking among these graves of
living, breathing names they look at me with their stars
they are looking into my scars Dead eyes, dead eyes...
dead soul Stitches in my dried flesh two pits for you
to bless these prospects of sin are erased two pearls
gone, I'm saved White and thin like paper like a hollow
egg shell something so fragile can't keep your soul it
has flown away with the sin of this world the new
inhabitant is here free, streaming wisdom
Dead eyes,
dead eyes,
dead soul
