been shred by rusty blade My armor has failed Cutter is sinking deeper Watch me fall And break free Have trust in me I have foreseen in dreams Reflections
is high comes a mare so red Trampling the graves of the living and dead Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass All is reflected when the red mare
man to follow She lives deep in the lake Raving along in the full moon's light Watching her children play Fooling around in the dead of night Be home by dawn
the earth is spinning slow Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me
the earth is spinning slow Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables
silence, but we're not there. When there are voices close to your ear, But no reflection is haunting the mirror." With the dawn we fade away, Before
special And we think you know you're wrong Suckerface you're special Do you believe yourself it's not science Do you hide from your reflection Do
I know the earth is spinning slow Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit
sun is high comes a mare so red, Trampling the graves of the living and dead. Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass, All is reflected when the red
Dead by dawn objective Cold steel ever effective I am the hand behind the blade Oh so mercenary And always very very A single dot of red displayed The
've Been Before You On The Grey Stones Of This Endless Unbreakable Wall I See Heavenly Tears Flowing Down Freezing As The Unsplitable Ice Cold Indifference Reflected
A chalk face Of a dead son of god Reflects on a blank stare Of his dead servants Populating this deceived necropolis That still thinks it lives Let all
Behold The re-arrangement of the skyline Dead cold horizon No flames rising Witness The disappearance of the dawn Like rays of light Have died One by
[Opus 1: Veiled with Threads one Age before] Grief and dread lurk In this land of moodiness Throe amd agony reign In my pallid body Forlorn alone in
like the wind beneath my wings Or the tightrope, or gravity keeps lunar kites on orbit strings Man on the moonlight, dream before my time Like the moon reflects
