Twice Stricken Asylum Of Mirrors
The wind is howling
Conjuring my fears
The thunder is booming
My time is too near
The truth
The lies
There is
No right
The truth
The lies
Struggling to fly
It seems my time is beckoning
Shadows converge to light my way
Spirits of dead and bliss
This storm understands
It's pain, lingering
My spine, tingling
I cannot comprehend
The night whispering
Falling
Destroying
Destroying
Becoming
(X4)
It seems my time is beckoning
Shadows converge to light my way
Spirits of dead and bliss
This storm understands
By falling, I am destroying
By destroying I am becoming