Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mirror of Souls, artist - Theocracy. Album song Mirror of Souls, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 20.11.2008
Record label: Ulterium
Song language: English
Mirror of Souls |
Listen to the tale I tell |
A haunting dream I know so well |
When walking home alone one night |
My path revealed by candlelight |
Ahead I see an open door |
With no idea what’s in store |
I glance inside the door to see |
A hall of mirrors beckons me |
I take a breath and step inside |
A tale of love and shattered pride |
The door slams shut, I start to run |
And it seems my journey has begun… |
I run and turn from side to side |
With fear and panic in my eyes |
The vastness overwhelming me |
Mirrors far as the eye can see |
I see myself in every one |
I see the things that I have done |
A thousand forms of flattery |
The fear soon turns to haughtiness in me |
Different mirrors, different shapes |
My different strengths accentuate |
Each mirror has a name and face |
And all reflect me in some way |
I look at them to see myself |
To judge my life by someone else |
The metaphors within replete: |
The mirrors are the people that I met |
Look at the man you see — in the mirrors |
The things you can be — in the mirrors |
The glory of me revealed in the mirror’s eye |
The mirror never lies |
The fire in my eyes — in the mirrors |
The vanity rise — in the mirrors |
The power of pride comes alive in the mirrors |
Gazing in the mirrors I behold |
All the greatest chapters of my story ever told |
In the mirrors |
The world is turned to gold |
At the end of the Hall of Mirrors |
I behold a golden door |
I imagine all the beauty |
The other side must hold in store |
So I quickly reach out my hand |
To enter the next room in this promised land |
I pull the giant door open |
To continue my journey, I step inside |
But it slams shut behind me, and I’m back outside |
The pouring rain welcomes me |
Into the arms of the coldest, blackest night |
The light of the mirrors has faded away |
Into distant memory |
As the rain keeps coming down |
My candle extinguished |
I struggle to walk a path I cannot see |
And the rain keeps coming down |
The darkness grows with every step |
I could cut it with a knife |
As the rain keeps coming down |
I can’t see a thing and I’ve never felt |
So alone in all my life |
But the rain keeps coming down… |
Caught in the fury of the storm |
(The darkness suffocates) |
Body and soul weary and worn |
(Another twist of fate) |
Never been so afraid before |
(The ending of this tale?) |
Never should have opened the door |
(From euphoria to hell) |
I question my fate, my end |
To die in this storm |
Maybe this was the plan |
Back from the day I was born |
But in the hall of mirrors I had felt so high |
I cannot walk another mile in this flood |
So resigned to my fate, I just collapse in the mud |
If I cannot go on, I’ll just lay down and die |
Suddenly a light I see, shining in the distance |
I make my way toward it with my fading hope reborn |
As I draw near, the light is clear |
Though the rain beats its resistance |
But I press on and pray this is a shelter from the storm |
Advancing now toward the light |
I’m quickly moving forward |
This hope has given me new strength |
I thought I’d never know |
But I take a step, and fall right back |
For the ground’s gone beneath me |
And I behold, illuminated in the light’s warm glow |
A dark chasm, a great abyss |
A vast expanse of nothingness |
A pit that has no bottom as far as the eye can see |
It spans the whole horizon, and there is no way across |
My lonely heart is shattered and all hope I had is lost |
I’m startled to feel a hand on my shoulder |
I turn to see a shadowed figure standing in the rain |
But somehow I’m not afraid of him |
Even when he speaks my name |
And somehow I can tell that he means me no harm |
Just by the peace that I see in his eyes |
And even though I’ve never even seen him before |
It’s like he’s known me all my life |
«Why are you crying?» |
the stranger asks |
As I wipe away the tears |
I point toward the great abyss |
The source of all my fears |
«I must get across and get to that light |
For it represents my only hope tonight |
But when I saw the chasm, all that hope was lost |
I’ve spent so long in the dark and the rain |
That the sight of the light made my heart sing again |
But the gulf’s so wide, and there’s no way across» |
The stranger smiled, and took my hand |
He said, «But you are wrong, my friend |
You cannot cross the gulf yourself, that’s true» |
He led me down toward the edge |
And pointed just over the ledge |
And said, «Behold, I built a bridge for you» |
I cross the bridge toward the light |
The stranger saved my life tonight |
I turn to try to thank him, but he’s gone |
A long way to the other side |
I’ll make my way without my guide |
No time to waste, for I must carry on |
The bright light shines forth from behind |
A door beyond description |
Blood and scratches mark the door from ages of abuse |
I’m confused no more, for above the door |
Is a weathered, old inscription |
«All who would see reality, enter the Hall of Truth» |
And so I do |
As I step inside |
I can see another mirror |
A mirror so bright |
That my eyes must turn away |
A mirror so high |
I start to question all the others |
And as I stand there in the Hall of Truth |
My heart can only say: |
«Show me the truth, I don’t know what to believe |
For the mirrors all showed something different to me |
And my pride has given way to misery |
I’ve spent so long in the dark and the rain |
That the sight of the light made my heart sing again |
And the stranger built a bridge across for me» |
«BEHOLD THYSELF» a voice rings out |
In paralyzing thunder |
It echoes all throughout the hall |
And sends me to my knees |
When the voice calls my name |
I’m overcome with fear and wonder |
As I slowly start to rise |
And face the great mirror in front of me |
When I open my eyes, I have to close them again |
But still the image is burned into my mind… |
A face with eyes as black as night |
A terrifying sight |
The flesh rotting away in sickness and decay |
It’s mangled by disease |
I’m unable to breathe |
Tell me what manner of creature this could be |
'Cause it’s not me |
I run away as fast as my feet will carry me |
Back to the door leading into the night |
Even the storm that almost claimed my life |
Was better than this |
And so I throw open the door and see a man |
(The figure of a man) |
The stranger from the storm returns again |
(To save me once again?) |
I see understanding in his eyes |
(He's seen this all before) |
Maybe he can tell me what I saw behind that door |
«Tell me what I saw in the mirror |
Before I ran away |
Tell me what I saw in the mirror |
That face of sickness and decay |
Tell me what I saw in the mirror |
That left me terrorized |
With the lifeless, blackened eyes? |
Was it a demon |
From the fiery waves? |
Was it the undead |
From beyond the grave? |
Oh the face that I beheld in the mirror |
Left me paralyzed |
Won’t you tell me what I saw |
In the mirror on this night?» |
«The light from the mirror you saw from afar |
The Mirror of Souls shows all men as they are |
You entered the hall and you asked for the truth |
The man that you saw in the mirror was you» |
«No! |
Don’t show me the truth |
'cause I don’t want to believe |
What the Mirror of Souls |
Has revealed unto me |
And the face I saw reflected cannot be me |
Dying and lost in the arms of decay |
I do not recognize the face I’ve seen today |
And if you say that’s my face I must disagree» |
The meaning of these things I saw: |
The mirror is the holy eyes of God |
The truth unveiled before me |
With these words of the stranger: |
«The mirrors you saw in the hall long ago |
Were mirrors of lies, not reflecting the soul |
When you look unto others to see what they see |
You see an illusion, deception, false reality» |
I have seen my soul in the mirror |
And it has broken me |
I have seen myself so much clearer |
Than I had ever seen |
«Can't you take away all this sickness |
From my soul and set me free? |
You can save me… I believe» |
And then he said, «Arise, my child |
Your faith has made you reconciled |
Now gaze into the Mirror once again» |
We walked together through the door |
And I looked in the glass once more |
But the only one reflected back was him |
Somehow the only one in the mirror saw was him |
Gazing in the Mirror of my Soul |
Staring at the man who took my place |
And made me whole |
In the Mirror |
The Mirror of my Soul |