Inside The Mirror کے بول

Ghastly frames With crimson colours Frightful shades And a wicked voice The red pale ghost Lurks in the darkness And the clocks are Ticking backwards In the Hall of Mors Lies a hidden truth I've found my soul Consumed by its curse Seven candles Of dark-blazing fire Burning my soul In the Hall of Mors The seven eyes Inside the Mirror The lights are dim So hostile in here I'm caught in this endless nightmare My haunted mind is lost The voice inside my head won't Leave me alone! It's getting hard to breathe here I can't believe, I'm lost The shame fills my heart, slowly I am the ghost I have been searching for