Lies Of The Mirror Which Lies Not - Ensoph

A place so far

A hidden nail

A place so far

An empty mirror

A golden worm in the apple’s middle

Your burning tongue

Brands the ignorance’s nipple

Like cold steel flowers

Sharped by faith and terror

We are broken pieces of the shattered mirror

A place so far

A hidden nail

A place so far

A cursed mirror

Fat black dogs' mouths are feeding

At the roots of your own withered faith

Your regret marches on

Le mani chiedono il pane

Le mani ricevono piaghe

Le mani che reggono il bene

E asciugano le lacrime al male

Blind the cursed mirror

Save your damned ego

The forsaken

Figure in your eyes

Is the lie of the mirror which lies not.