The face in the mirror

fullfilled with thinking

sometimes I can hear her

feel my soul shrinking

Flame from planet night

empty blackness there

ran away with sight

on the shores of fear

Sertainty torn away

from my cacrimula

Larva, please lock my hate

come help me now

I remain like lacer

beneeth the waniny moon

I can never hate her

not even after what she's done

Insperatum malum - clamor excepit

howlings no-one can hear

the mirror bursts

with the power of my lyre

end this thurst

Fulfill my journey

the seek of balans

between our worlds here

again? when shall we dance

like a badtrown spear

Am I the nocance

(Sapiens animo samper excubat)