Beckoning me through aeons of time, captured by you
In dismay
I try to elude these prisons of flesh
But return to Shattered domains

There's no image in the mirror
Shattered glass impales my soul

She's like thorns of sorrow, ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow, visions turning red

Enchanting me, defying my love, I'm hindered with
Penance and pain

False reflection of grandeur and light leaves my heart
Bleeding and stained

There's no image in the mirror
Shattered glass impales my soul

She's like thorns of sorrow, ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow, visions turning red

She's like thorns of sorrow, ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow, visions turning red

She's like thorns of sorrow, ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow, visions turning red