A Glimpse In The Sadistic Mirror
A GLIMPSE IN THE SADISTIC MIRROR

|We are the children born from soiled wombs

|Our souls no more then naive
We've chosen to bleed

|From ember to emblaze
our souls have seen better days
salt lustrous taste of death
of all thine enemies

|Puppetry, we have fallen, Under black wings
and Death stretched across our faces
The mirror's fading reflection
of all our lives lost now will display our fate

|Pure Energy of thought reflecting back
skin reflecting sin

|The blood signed clear
A glimpse in the sadistic mirror