Look into that ancient mirror
All dressed in gold,
Silver and scentless

Flowers in bloom

Tortuous tongues welcome you

From beyond the dusty glass
So seductive
But the words have a hollow ring


Cannot hold on to the phantasm
And the reflection fades away

Turned cold and dark, the blank mirror
Now leaves you to your silent screams


You're stuck in an illusion
The fragile glass is shattered
You're stuck in an illusion

Gazing at the idle, golden drapery
The mind must open its eye
Behold the might of your quintessence

The mind must open its eye

Look at that ancient mirror

Now covered with mold,
Verdigris and lifeless
Excrescences that loom


The broken glass depicts a four-legged creature
But as the remnants decay

And your illusionary self seeks deeper
You feel the harsh burden of heaven