Triple Gemini - The Mire

Phantom in the glass

Split by the prism and returned to ash

A silhouette that casts a twin collapses

Like burning candle wax

Triple gemini

Nothing but human behind the eyes

The blood runs slow and cold under disguises

We homunculi

Children of our times

In mirrored trine

Black lambs painted white

Homunculi

Children of our times

Dowsed in lye

And drunk on ether

Bastard child

In mirrored trine

Homunculi

Blessed by fire

And reborn in the pyre