Only the Reflection Bleeds

I fell... And I arose

And fall I shall again, choosing so!

The deeper the cut

The dearer the scar

Each arrow of strife just hardens my shield

Replacing soul's rags with an armour of steel

I bleed... But not to atone

Pain is my patron, ever be it so!

Sealed is my fate, thus it I embrace

It's carved on my heart and runs through these veins

Ignite me, Father, for I yearn to burn...

The graver the loss

The greater the gain

Bane is a blessing to those who can see

That no trees will rise unless the seeds cease to be

Profanity's lead turned to spiritual gold

Through the death of vain roles true destinies unfold

When you wish to liberate a man

Destroy the world that surrounds him

And when you seek to crown a god

Slay that man that has bound him...

Slay that man that has bound him... Still!