Beckoning me through aeons of time, captured by you
In dismay
I try to elude these prisons of flesh
But return to Shattered domains
There's no image in the mirror
Shattered glass impales my soul
She's like thorns of sorrow, ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow, visions turning red
Enchanting me, defying my love, I'm hindered with
Penance and pain
False reflection of grandeur and light leaves my heart
Bleeding and stained
There's no image in the mirror
Shattered glass impales my soul
She's like thorns of sorrow, ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow, visions turning red
She's like thorns of sorrow, ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow, visions turning red
She's like thorns of sorrow, ripping through my head
She's like thorns of sorrow, visions turning red
Composição: Jason Rullo / Michael Pinnela / Michael Romeo / Rod Tyler / Thomas Miller