The Statue of Mirrors Lyrics

Everything lives reflected

In the statue of mirrors

Every shape grows inverted

In the statue of mirrors

A phenomenon beyond phenomena

The veil beyond the veil

An oracle I have become

An empty vessel, a gap

Yearning to be filled

With the eyes of the first man I see

Dispersed in primordial fogs

Renouncing the values of life

I inhale the bright winds

All the light bleeds distorted

In the statue of mirrors

All the filth thrives rewarded

In the statue of mirrors

Thy karma is the colour

Of what we learn to know as death

We brick up the rooms of the dead

It would be dark, without a sound

Thy karma is the colour

Of what we learn to know as death

Inhale the bright winds

And exhale stale odours of existence

Be gone

Through loose threads you crawl

Be still, be nothing

Be gone

A doppelganger in the world beyond the glass

Sharp lines, raw edges

Frame rate high, expectations low

The pace so even

It caught me by surprise to see you die

Strict divisions between one act and another

Your deeds in a sequence

Delicate movements, minor details

Felt rather than seen

The theme consistent, the arrangement so clear

I wish you could see it, too

Such order of things makes me calm

And so were you

At times

Until you were not

The escutcheon of glass forever hides your wound

The beads of foxfire forever lit the tomb

Thy scars unhealed, thy work undone

Thy demise delayed

As for thy deeds – An epitaph

Please – be gone