The Prison Of Mirrors

"The prison of mirrors... we can't see
Yet trapped we are... by its reflection
It sees all fear and watches our downfall
It will rip all lies and pride from the soul
You see all... all that you hate
Force fed memories, suffer humiliation
Victim of darkness, of the inner hidden kind
I am the eye within the gleam
Shatter before a mirror that stares into (a shallow soul)
Poison yourself... revel in waste
Poison yourself, in the name of evil... destroy yourself
I will always be the reason to hate your self
Mirrors... will oppress your mind
and follow all... all that you hide
Blind, step inside a subconscious warfare to guide the oblivious
Mirrors of torture, unforgiving expose your sins
Your suicide by the mirror's shattered blade"

Malefic

I feel like...

... I was two.

He came back, he drew.
"Sheb nigurepur dafast"
With the charcoal he talked,
In his own language he communicated...

Oh my goddess, Mitternacht is back!

Satyricon - The Pentagram Burns

C'est devenu commercial mais c'est bien quand même...



Hellbent and raw
Armed to the core
Walks with the wind
Determined and strong
Inherit his laws
Adopt and obey

Rise my friend - march to war
Time is up - shadows dance
Fight my friend - tyrants pull
Time is up - burn the world

Driven by sin
Let the scavengers loose
Power from hell
Siege and advance
Silence the foe
Fire and smoke
From the slumber arise
Triumphant Beast of forgotten times

The Pentagram Burns
And the clock strikes the hour
The Final Hour

Il y a deux ans, tu mourrais...

Alexander Scriabin's Etude Op.8 No.12