The Reaper's Image - Nostradameus

Gazing at the paintings along the narrow hall

They’re telling emotion with draws and colours

I see in my eye lids they’re staring at me

Eyes filled with hatred that’s piercing my skin

Was the tale right, it will show

Gaze into the mirror and you will know

Fallen angle with no face

Is the keeper of hell’s entrance

Forged by a man, with an own soul

The mirror of death looks so strange

Don’t go too close, don’t go near

You will lose all you have

Because the reaper’s still inside

Drawn to the miror, drawn by its grace

Enchanting reflections are calling my name

God, I am curious, let’s take a peak

I’m drowning in endless eternity

Was the tale right…

Forged by a man…

Fading, slowly away…

Caught by the man with no face

Trapped in eternal flames…

Caught in, deep down in hell

The myth of the mirror revealed to be true

When looking too close, he is coming for you

Slowly appearing, from nowhere he came

And right there it was, The Reaper’s Image

Was the tale right…

Forged by a man…