The mirror is the psychic gate

To reach and touch the Dragon

The serpent of the inner plain

The highest of all adepts



A thousand eyes gazing upon

The candlelight of my soul

Undead's thirteen waxing moons

That shed their light on Death's own skull



Through my black mirror I change the self

Through my black mirror I change the world



The black halo reappears

As the fearsome hellfire trident

Both weapon and sacred symbol

Of my bloodline manifests



Tonguing out my hungry soul

With violent telepathy

Connecting all my spiritforms

With the fiery Barracks of Abyss



I work my magic through the dreams

I twist and bind their will

Like crafty mist I infiltrate

To shape and change their futures



The father of lies

Speaks the truth

I am the father of lies