L ooking into my eyes through the shattered mirror
I nto the devil, into the outmost darkness, and their horror
G uiding myself through the path of a small apartment
H iding from the creeping devils, and hiding in the torment
T angled in the depth of the hell, and seeking my way throughout…
A nother day came in, as I looked there
N othing seemed to me a source of scare
D windling my image, and enlarging the despair…
D ead, deaf, or blind, I stood there staring
A waiting the angels to show, just waiting
R ed eyes seemed invisible that day, yet I was afraid
K indled the candles and stared, will the angels raid?
N othing seemed to be in there, is it just the mirror of the past?
E xcited I was, for the angels descended from the heaven
S ilenced by their presence, for they were not one, but seven
S miling, I realized that all that I was waiting for, is the Angels of Death…