The Reaper's Image

Gazing at the paintings along the narrow hall
They're telling emotion with draws and colours
I see in my eye lids they're staring at me
Eyes filled with hatred that's piercing my skin.

Was the tale right, it will show
Gaze into the mirror and you will know
Fallen angle with no face
Is the keeper of hell's entrance.

Forged by a man, with an own soul
The mirror of death looks so strange
Don't go too close, don't go near
You will lose all you have
Because the reaper's still inside.

Drawn to the miror, drawn by its grace
Enchanting reflections are calling my name
God, I am curious, let's take a peak
I'm drowning in endless eternity.

Was the tale right
Forged by a man.

Fading, slowly away
Caught by the man with no face
Trapped in eternal flames
Caught in, deep down in hell.

The myth of the mirror revealed to be true
When looking too close, he is coming for you
Slowly appearing, from nowhere he came
And right there it was, The Reaper's Image.

Was the tale right
Forged by a man.