Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mirror of Souls , by - Theocracy. Song from the album Mirror of Souls, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 20.11.2008
Record label: Ulterium
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mirror of Souls , by - Theocracy. Song from the album Mirror of Souls, in the genre Иностранный рокMirror 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 |
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