Reflection - Enslaved

Clinging to life in the reflection of the self

Breathing the air from the poisoned pit

Hovering through flames from the burning core

Searching for reason in the ashes of men

Obeying the laws of the kings without lands

Bowing in awe at the hypocrite’s feet

Not hearing the cry of the infant

Poisoning the seed that was planted within

Ignoring the winter that closes in

Believing the tales from the forked tongue

Frozen to death without being born

Looking for reason in the bottomless abyss

Clinging to life in the reflection of the self

Breathing the air from the poisoned pit

Hovering through flames from the burning core

Searching for reason in the ashes of men

Obeying the laws of the kings without lands

Bowing in awe at the hypocrite’s feet

Clinging to life

Frozen to death

Clinging to life in the reflection of the self

Frozen to death without being born

Absorbing the reek of rotting flesh

Marching in convoys to fields unknown

Clinging to life in the reflection of the self

Embracing the sun without casting shadows

Believing the tales from the forked tongue

Frozen to death without being born