Thoughts once enshrined,
And visions entwined.
Around each step that I take,
I challenge thee!
It takes a time to see from the other side,
Of the looking glass.
Fearless!
[Solo de Guitarra]
Reflections contorted,
Crippled age of reason.
A play of blind,
With no spectators.
Dominion of hope,
Is what feeds dissolution,
Of this life you've been given...
These are the product of those ill-mated marriages thou saw'st,
Where good with evil were matched, who of themselves abhor to join.
And by imprudence mixed,
Produce prodigious births of body and mind.
Reflections contorted,
Crippled age of reason.
A play of blind,
With no spectators.
Dominion of hope,
Is what feeds dissolution,
Of this life you've been given...
Ye who preach,
Who proclaim the sermons.
Of the ones not fallen from grace,
And disorder of light that you belong to.
Don't you dare?
Don't you dare... to touch me?
(Argh...!)
Can't you see you're all pregnant,
With infernal flame?!
(Argh...!)
Why don't you all believe,
You've been deceived about your disgrace.
(Argh...!)
There is much more to see if you deny your profound fears,
Don't look for solace,
Angels are envious of what you have.
Reflections contorted,
Stir up the rage of reason.
A play of blind fools,
Spectators on their knees.
Dominion of hope,
Is what feeds dissolution,
Of this life you've been given.
Don't you dare?
Don't you dare... to touch me?
Gather back sharp splinters of your resemblance,
And now, what would you go for?
To flash once and burn down,
Or to stay inflamed without the end...