Antiquus Scriptum - The Mirror's Magic Sights

... Feel the empire's wrath!...

I see the night so beautiful... I see the night so grim
Dimensions of the horreful... Strange and ghostly what I have seen.
Is Death before my eyes? Or just the mirror's magic sights?...
For my astonishment, I wonder in, what it shows me.
My static incantation... an unnatural conjuration...
Spellbound initiation... Keep my soul, give me your blessings
I will never forget, what mirror shows me, no regret...
A divine entropy, descending darkness over me...

The mirror's... Magic sights
The mirror's... Magic lights

I see the night so wonderful... ephemeral and grim
Dimensions of the sorrowful... It's the ghost that lives in me...
A kabbalistic wonder... A moment in eternity...
And now I have to ponder, is it artificial or reality?...
It's Hope before my eyes? Or just the mirror's magic sights?...
Theatre of comedy, twisting truth in tragedy
I will never forget, what life shows me, no regret...
A divine entropy, or the Satan's litanies?...

The mirror's... Magic sights
The mirror's... Magic lights

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
Please attend my call, I'm in free fall.
Mirror, Mirror, set me free
Let me become whom I want to be
Unchain my soul for all eternity.
Mirror, Mirror, give me wonders
Awake me from my slumber
Don't deceive me with your fallacies.
Mirror, Mirror, use your illusion
Don't trick my eyes with self-delusions
I am not the man I used to be...

... Come on!... To enter the eternal mirror...

Can you please give me wonders? Don't break my dreams asunder
And I swear, I will keep it to myself.
Can you release me from torment? Even just for a moment...
And I swear, I will tell no one else.
Mirror, cast me a spell, I'm in a living hell
And I swear, I will keep it to myself.
Give me beauty, give me wonders, don't break my dreams asunder
And I swear, I will tell no one else.

I see the night so beautiful... I see the night so grim
Dimensions of the horreful... Strange and ghostly what I have seen.
Is Death before my eyes? Or just the mirror's magic sights?...
For my astonishment, I wonder in, what it shows me.
It's Hope before my eyes? Or just mistaken magic sights?...
Theatre of tragedy, twisting truth in comedy
I will never forget, what mirror shows me, no regret...
A divine entropy, descending blackness over me...

The mirror's... Magic sights
The mirror's... Magic lights