The face in the mirror  fullfilled with thinking  sometimes I can hear her  feel my soul shrinking  Flame from planet night  empty blackness there  ran away with sight  on the shores of fear  Sertainty torn away  from my cacrimula  Larva, please lock my hate  come help me now  I remain like lacer  beneeth the waniny moon  I can never hate her  not even after what she's done  Insperatum malum - clamor excepit  howlings no-one can hear  the mirror bursts  with the power of my lyre  end this thurst  Fulfill my journey  the seek of balans  between our worlds here  again? when shall we dance  like a badtrown spear  Am I the nocance  (Sapiens animo samper excubat)    (Written by Erk)