Necromantia Black Mirror
The mirror is the psychic gate To reach and touch the Dragon The serpent of the inner plain The highest of all adepts A thousand eyes gazing upon The candlelight of my soul Undead's thirteen waxing moons That shed their light on Death's own skull Through my black mirror I change the self Through my black mirror I change the world The black halo reappears As the fearsome hellfire trident Both weapon and sacred symbol Of my bloodline manifests Tonguing out my hungry soul With violent telepathy Connecting all my spiritforms With the fiery Barracks of Abyss I work my magic through the dreams I twist and bind their will Like crafty mist I infiltrate To shape and change their futures The father of lies Speaks the truth I am the father of lies