Falling through the mirror isolated from a world now lost

Falsehood dreams and nefarious calls

It left me here blindly lead a face I now I call enemy

Now I can hear this hunting symphony again

From the fog it will come from the fog it will come from the fog it will come

We both reside in here I can hear it scream

But then I saw her face lifting in truth breaks my heart

Then I saw the grip of fire I knew the death of love

His lungs have filled up with regret

He'll never feel whole again