Sickening Horror Mirrors Reflect Only Dead Bodies
It's another glimpse, another echo in the background where oblivion equals death, remembrance equals life Lucid awareness conducts this orchestra of dreams that surround and drill the cortex of existence
Mirrors reflect only dead bodies When was the last time you saw a god over it? Mirrors reflect only dead bodies It is my fantasy, it is your reality
When heavens' light has ended, the time is perfect for the march When darkness reigns in silence, the burst of life reveals the sight When pools of blood are empty, the elevation has begun
Underground is the source, buried deep, yet so close And everything soulless flows in the sea of eternal loss The never ending descent to the sweetest void inside the coil, extends this bitter walk in the cold
Mirrors reflect only dead bodies When was the last time you saw a god over it? Mirrors reflect only dead bodies It is my fantasy, it is your reality
