Mirror of dreams
Which glass is shattered
Horror painted nightmare
Yes, awake them by screams and cries
Come follow the trail
Of flowers decayed
Accept the gift, this offering
Lay down to bed of skulls
They learn your pleasures and pains
Mortal soul twist, die, desolate
Replacing the mind with madness
Captured between life and death
Corpse in lifeless landscape
Shredded by sound of flutes
Forever drowning in boiling red sea
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