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I dream...I´m in the forest at winter night ...

I see...in the ground a lonely grave...

Deceased...body lying in the dark...

It´s me...

I wake up at the night in freezing cold.

In my eyes a vision from the dream..

I walk around full of fear....

I fall deep into my mind, into echoing darkness inside.

I balance on narrow string between reason and insanity.

What should I belive? Could this be a prophcy?

My sense still falling away I close my eyes and start to pray...

Reflection of Doom...Blood Red Face of the Moon...Reflection of Doom

...Shadows fade away as a bright light fills my mind...inside...

...Dawn of new winterday releases me from my pain...I´m saved...

...The power within me immortal soul that won´t die...I´ll survive...

...Belief grows in me Jesus Christ I have seen...He is real...

Fire burns in me with high flames.

Thoughts of death no longer frighten me.

I walk around without fear...

I tried to find the reason from life, somekind of peace of mind.

Now I tear down the lies that have covered my whole life.

Watch me now believe. Consider this as a prophecy.

I am my own lord but up there is the one I pray...

Reflection of Doom...Blood Red Face of Moon...Reflection of Doom