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In the mirror my bones stand bleached

Reflections of death what else to see

I am no slave nor shacked to Christ

In this world of darkness I am reborn

Still I walk this world of black

To the end of days in denial

Those treacherous vultures

Feast on souls of weak

Perfidious ceremony

Fleshless bodies

In the dirt they crawl

Soulless creatures

Twisting in the soil

Mirror, mirror

What are those scythelike shadows above ?

All I hear

The echoing voices in depths of decay

Mass of dread

Pipes of the organ play

Faceless mannequins puppets in strings

Creeping through their lives

There is no messiah just vermin

Cleansed by the morning star

Perfidious ceremony