Everything lives reflected In the statue of mirrors Every shape grows inverted In the statue of mirrors
A phenomenon beyond phenomena The veil beyond the veil An oracle I have become An empty vessel, a gap Yearning to be filled
With the eyes of the first man I see Dispersed in primordial fogs Renouncing the values of life I inhale the bright winds
All the light bleeds distorted In the statue of mirrors All the filth thrives rewarded In the statue of mirrors
Thy karma is the colour Of what we learn to know as death We brick up the rooms of the dead It would be dark, without a sound Thy karma is the colour Of what we learn to know as death
Inhale the bright winds And exhale stale odours of existence Be gone Through loose threads you crawl Be still, be nothing Be gone
A doppelganger in the world beyond the glass Sharp lines, raw edges Frame rate high, expectations low The pace so even It caught me by surprise to see you die
Strict divisions between one act and another Your deeds in a sequence Delicate movements, minor details Felt rather than seen The theme consistent, the arrangement so clear I wish you could see it, too Such order of things makes me calm
And so were you At times Until you were not
The escutcheon of glass forever hides your wound The beads of foxfire forever lit the tomb Thy scars unhealed, thy work undone Thy demise delayed As for thy deeds – An epitaph? Please – be gone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
