Faceless is the shadow for the eye that sees Hollow is its fear on the inside Beholding the key to life and death Merciless, still trying not to be re-restrained Raising the symbols towards the sky The fiction seems more real than life itself Infected with something I quite cannot understand My eyes are burning Feel the pain through compulsions of the past And you will know that the mirror doesn't lie Endless, so cold Swept through the ashes of fire and blood Reaching for Hell In a place, in a dream So far away Infected with something I quite cannot understand My eyes are burning Feel the pain through compulsions of the past And you will know that the mirror does not lie