In the mirror my bones stand bleached Reflections of death what else to see I am no slave nor shacked to Christ In this world of darkness I am reborn Still I walk this world of black To the end of days in denial Those treacherous vultures Feast on souls of weak Perfidious ceremony Fleshless bodies In the dirt they crawl Soulless creatures Twisting in the soil Mirror, mirror What are those scythelike shadows above? All I hear The echoing voices in depths of decay Mass of dread Pipes of the organ play Faceless mannequins puppets in strings Creeping through their lives There is no messiah just vermin Cleansed by the morning star Perfidious ceremony