HER FACE IN THE MIRROR
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written 2000
by Christoph


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An owls shrieke echoes through morning forests' fog.
A raven's throning on the greatest graveyards' cross.
This is a bad omen, something dreadful takes its ride.
The sunrise will be seen by eyes which ought not to see.

Now the sickle shaped moon is setting and the sun will be freed,
to serve the cruelty as a murderer.
When souls are tortured and nightmares assume...
a dead of horror casts its shadows over this beautiful dawn.

Chained to a tree she cries for me
but now her fate is sealed.
Condemned to death of this beautiful dawn,
by the slowly rising sun.

I see her face in the mirror,
lips whisper farewell.
The sun is rising and will be her murderer.

This is the end, he will remain behind alone again
in this heaven and this hell of eternal life.

The candles extinguish, her sorrowful voice trails away.
Tears run down the dark side of the mirror.
When beloved ones die and the seraphin cry.
Her face gets lost in the splintering glass.

Now, the first deathbringing streams are flooding the morning with splendour.
The wind of sorrow is blowing strong and keen.
The angel on the graveyard is crying for grace
whilst bloody tears are running down a stony face.

Her ashes and dust now carried away
like a mourning vail on the wings of tragedy.

I saw her face in the mirror,
lips whispered farewell.
The sun has risen and was her murderer.

This has been the end, he remained behind alone again
in this heaven and this hell of eternal life.

Blackened chains adorn the scene,
the oak where she goes up in flames and smoke.
Beautiful, dreadful, fateful,
morning (mourning) has broken.
When beloved ones die and the seraphim cry.
Her face got lost in splintering glass.

She died in flames and flames of wrath and sorrow now blaze in me...
Her Face In The Mirror...