Look inside and tell me what you see
Betwixt the mountains above the plane
Upon the orchid full platau
The wail of tourbulant skies
The cold stones embrace touch my skin
A knife hang dangling over my heart
Aressed by shards of sharp metal
In the soil of mortal earth where dreams vanish
Morbid deformed fiends sprawl mingled
Dark void of eternal severatory clutching at my neck
Dreaded lords of abyssal nightmeres
White sand falls down the mountains covering my world
A hand reaches out touching my face

A placid eye looks at me from beyond my sleep
I watch the mirror taunt me with it's wicked grin
The world swirls around me as it fades away
And all that can be seen is my pale cold face