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Lyrics
In the lacklustre mirror
Revenants of old myths:
Day began with eclipse.
From below of moss-stained rocks
In the darkest of woods
From the maze of long roots,
Faery-dancers emerge now
For their rare silent feast,
In the wilderness bliss...
From gloom of seven-minutes night
Comes forth another side
Of that is vaunted 'real'
The marvels thought cancelled to be
Beneath the flaming crown reveal
By the forgotten will
Undead ones rise out from their lairs
Expecting to complete affairs
They by Supremes were ordered to begin
And over all that short-term swarm
Like frozen within a moment storm
An Old One slowly spins --
A single eye, wet and agile,
That trembles in the gloom,
A single eye, wet and agile
Moving and gazing...
Moving and gazing...
Near the heavy-framed mirror a man can be seen.
Eyes are shut, and he's silent
And enjoys bitter peace.
By his inner sight he's observing his own,
And yet trying to reach for another one's mind,
His beloved lady's mind.
She's a bearer of great fantasies,
Chained in realm of angles straight,
Feeling sinful and unworthy,
But within there are unknown forces wait.
He himself can feel as a pale reflection
Of this lady by whom he is loved,
Weaker in passion he sometimes cannot
Recognize his love inside himself.
And even more, when her creative gift unleashed be,
He used to feel being just a swarming bug nearby.
And it's lacklustre mirror blocks the way between as it allows
To see each other only through themselves...
As the black spot the hidden shine had unleashed,
With his sleeve man has drown all the dust from the glass
And in lacklustre mirror instead of the answer
Found his face - this man was only me.
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