1. INTRODUCTION IN THE MIRROR

We walk the land of Myth
Entering the depths of the forest.

The roots soak in with symbols,
Symbols from our History,
Between demons and reality.

Evil is so easily reached
And we feel it's not treebound.
Spewed out from our very bodies, rotten by this Unalienable End.
Evil is coming.

Such disgust
Seeps into the heart of Night
To better reach the Light.

Such light must have reached its end,
It is our reason, our guide.
As we came from deep inside the forest,
We glimpsed the terrible Truth,
That of Evil's mirror
In which we could see our own image.


2. THE EYE OF THE MAIEUTIC ART

From body left for dead
Memories rise to set me ablaze once more.

Such infamous pain
Drives me towards the eye of Truth,
Though denying me its depths.

Standing on the edge of the abyss,
I can yet glimpse the face of a nameless fear
That drives me to understand
How acute Man's ignorance is.

It all allows me to see clearer,
An the Gods' stupidity has set it off,
The idea has driven me towards the eye of the Maieutic Art.

For such damnation, such punishment,
I am ready for War,
The War of the Mind in the realm of evil...
I am slowly consumed in my abyss of deliverance.


3. REFLECT / DISAPPEAR

Flames obscure my eyelids,
The incandescence of my silhouette
Sets the marks of the past ablaze;
Of my own past.

Upon consulting my soul,
I am ready
To admit nothing more...

The scars are deep,
And my spirit in pain
In the depths of the Mirror.
In the depths of the Mirror.
In the depths of the Mirror.
The Eye is here!

Humiliated, the horseman falls,
Burrowing deep in brambles,
Burrowing deep in the bark of dreams,
In our nightmares and our failure.

And I see it, that bottomless light,
Between Earth and Sky,
Neither Sun, nor Moon, I'm left naked,
With only my soul, consumed.

My spirit is in pain,
Within the depths of the mirror,

The guilty angels shall perish
In wells.