When Mirrors Shatter - Blaze of Perdition

«One does not become enlightened by

imagining figures of light,

but by making the darkness conscious.»

On the golden throne of skulls

In the glass house of our dreams

Sits the one who rules it all

Oblivious, denied, forgotten

Self-appointed king

Hollow gaze of his tired eyes

Focused, on the mirrors on the walls

Drowning in reflections' endless maze

Restless, always searching for the I

Through the dusty libraries

Of ancestral wisdom

Through the riddles

Of suspected thruths

Diving

Into the black and back again

With hope there is no hope

Into the light to see there is none

No concession

Not a single spark to be found

«Who looks outside, dreams;

Who looks inside, awakes.»

Let him cry out loud in despair

Let him dance to his own requiem

Let the bow slit his wrists

As the violin weeps

Misguided by the ego’s treacherous call

Lost in the labyrinth of countless reveals

Rebutting themselves one after another

Disguided as promises of enlightenment

All I saw was nothing but madness

All we shall see is nothing but darkness

All we shall leave is nothing but failures

All we shall gain is nothing but faceless

For no ocean of stars awaits

Nor the womb of newborn possibilities

But the shattering mirror itself

Obscure void of misguided thoughts

When darkness is conscious

All horrors end

No figures of light

When mirrors shatter