Reflections کے بول

As one see, it came again To be standing in this enchanted ring And when the mirror show its opposite end You're there again Who am I becoming? They came, the superior horrid devils They are the reflections in the forms of plural and one Floating on crystal Are the unknown riddle and yet to be solved Come closer to this point and the departure The entrance was found The entanglement was found To an equal force Thoughts... They are my reflections, united we are complete The supremacy of soul and soul is the act of mystery One see the mirror framed with blood In the malignant dreams Who am I becoming? They came, the superior horrid devils They are the reflections in the forms of plural and one Come closer to this point and the departure The entrance was found The entanglement was found To an equal force Thoughts...