Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mirror Reaper, artist - Bell Witch. Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Song language: English
Mirror Reaper |
| The moments' repose |
| Awoke eyes of ice |
| In vision froze, froze |
| The melting world |
| All is around |
| But within is barren, is barren |
| Drying the water |
| Anchor me in ice |
| Mirror of the reaper |
| The arrow of my eyes |
| Slow, beating pendulum |
| Don’t measure time |
| I’ll sink the heavens |
| While reaching for the dawn |
| Seven eyes sewn open, bestow |
| As Above, So Below |
| Water mirrors and the stillness grows… |
| Into Seven more |
| (Unseeing) |
| The bondage throne |
| The waves that shore |
| Two thirsty hands |
| Sewing a needle of blood |
| To bind me |
| To bind me |
| Weaving the ocean |
| Through which I flood |
| The heaven of blood |
| To bind me |
| I’m bound to |
| Waves |
| The waves of no shore |
| Floods that sleeve |
| The reach of the drought |
| To bleed evermore |
| Empty me |
| Empty me |
| Ash of the ocean |
| (Sewing) |
| To bind me |
| (Sewing needle of drought) |
| To bind me |
| (Weaving) |
| Weaving the ocean |
| (Weaving pendulum) |
| Hanging, weaving the ground |
| A breathless fabric of floating ashes |
| Tied, and then rewound |
| Reigned |
| (Weaved in the needle) |
| The cycle turns around |
| Air, burnt to ashen mountains |
| (Weaving the ground) |
| Swimming underground |
| Pendulum |
| Silent gavel |
| (Of time) |
| It’s burning in the sky |
| Be not where you lay |
| Lest the bond be broken |
| Vanish where you stay |
| Timeless in the well |
| Lest the song is spoken |
| Over for the sell |
| Eye of the cold |
| Will scald in the fold |
| Higher than low |
| Dripping from the scene |
| Lest the scalding ocean |
| Is drowning all the trees |
| Time to fall this cell |
| Know the name of harrowed |
| With it you’ll do well |
| The crane that only felt was never seen as spoken |
| Its vanished from my self |
| The tame you would arise |
| Formulate the harrowed |
| Vanish in the eye |
| Vanish in the eyes |
| Vanish from the skies |
| The stain that only sees |
| Crawl like rain |
| Is only led through harrowed |
| For disdain |
| When practiced at the dream |
| When nothing left to see |
| Naught to feign |
| Call the name upon this floor |
| Nor to drain |
| Know that it is more |
| And opened in the shallows |
| None for sane |
| When nothing could be more |
| But for more |
| When nothing could be more |
| Burn the core |
| You see the final shore from before |
| Bleed beyond the poor |
| Last of lore |
| Drip upon the floor |
| Seen as more |
| Vanish for the more |
| Told it well |
| Called beyond the well |
| Then tore the shell |
| Led beyond the chill |
| When nothing held |
| Stone the moon as well |
| But something fell |
| For which you could have found |
| Float the moon as well… |
| Float the moon as well… |
| All who strayed beyond the shadows have nothing to disdain |
| All that soared away from reason were held aloft in sway |
| All that’s widening the narrows will crumble to decay |
| Lie of the sold |
| (Lie of the sold) |
| Would warm in the cold |
| Desire will hold |
| In the Motion |
| Lied and light had froze |
| Might of the fever |
| Hold my eyes to know |
| Dry the waves |
| Anchor ice |
| Mirror reaper |
| Arrowed eyes |
| An ice of pieces |
| Of what was once there |
| The skin of being |
| Flayed as though |
| The air |
| Dry the land |
| Anchor sand |
| Mirror reaper |
| Gallows stand |
| Slow the heart |
| Still the tide |
| Sink the heavens |
| From the sky |
| All that laid upon this hallowed yet crumbling domain |
| All who strayed beyond the shadows have nothing to disdain |
| This cycle thus froze |
| When seeking a repose |
| The thawing of peace |
| Drips backward to the freeze |
| Now motion lies still |
| With naught left for the kill |
| A fever long boiled |
| And venom to recoil |
| The pendulum slows |
| Then stilled under the cold |
| In absence he flies |
| In presence we will writhe |