Mirror Reaper - Bell Witch

The moments' repose

Awoke eyes of ice

In vision froze, froze

The melting world

All is around

But within is barren, is barren

Drying the water

Anchor me in ice

Mirror of the reaper

The arrow of my eyes

Slow, beating pendulum

Don’t measure time

I’ll sink the heavens

While reaching for the dawn

Seven eyes sewn open, bestow

As Above, So Below

Water mirrors and the stillness grows…

Into Seven more

(Unseeing)

The bondage throne

The waves that shore

Two thirsty hands

Sewing a needle of blood

To bind me

To bind me

Weaving the ocean

Through which I flood

The heaven of blood

To bind me

I’m bound to

Waves

The waves of no shore

Floods that sleeve

The reach of the drought

To bleed evermore

Empty me

Empty me

Ash of the ocean

(Sewing)

To bind me

(Sewing needle of drought)

To bind me

(Weaving)

Weaving the ocean

(Weaving pendulum)

Hanging, weaving the ground

A breathless fabric of floating ashes

Tied, and then rewound

Reigned

(Weaved in the needle)

The cycle turns around

Air, burnt to ashen mountains

(Weaving the ground)

Swimming underground

Pendulum

Silent gavel

(Of time)

It’s burning in the sky

Be not where you lay

Lest the bond be broken

Vanish where you stay

Timeless in the well

Lest the song is spoken

Over for the sell

Eye of the cold

Will scald in the fold

Higher than low

Dripping from the scene

Lest the scalding ocean

Is drowning all the trees

Time to fall this cell

Know the name of harrowed

With it you’ll do well

The crane that only felt was never seen as spoken

Its vanished from my self

The tame you would arise

Formulate the harrowed

Vanish in the eye

Vanish in the eyes

Vanish from the skies

The stain that only sees

Crawl like rain

Is only led through harrowed

For disdain

When practiced at the dream

When nothing left to see

Naught to feign

Call the name upon this floor

Nor to drain

Know that it is more

And opened in the shallows

None for sane

When nothing could be more

But for more

When nothing could be more

Burn the core

You see the final shore from before

Bleed beyond the poor

Last of lore

Drip upon the floor

Seen as more

Vanish for the more

Told it well

Called beyond the well

Then tore the shell

Led beyond the chill

When nothing held

Stone the moon as well

But something fell

For which you could have found

Float the moon as well…

Float the moon as well…

All who strayed beyond the shadows have nothing to disdain

All that soared away from reason were held aloft in sway

All that’s widening the narrows will crumble to decay

Lie of the sold

(Lie of the sold)

Would warm in the cold

Desire will hold

In the Motion

Lied and light had froze

Might of the fever

Hold my eyes to know

Dry the waves

Anchor ice

Mirror reaper

Arrowed eyes

An ice of pieces

Of what was once there

The skin of being

Flayed as though

The air

Dry the land

Anchor sand

Mirror reaper

Gallows stand

Slow the heart

Still the tide

Sink the heavens

From the sky

All that laid upon this hallowed yet crumbling domain

All who strayed beyond the shadows have nothing to disdain

This cycle thus froze

When seeking a repose

The thawing of peace

Drips backward to the freeze

Now motion lies still

With naught left for the kill

A fever long boiled

And venom to recoil

The pendulum slows

Then stilled under the cold

In absence he flies

In presence we will writhe