In the mirror appears the man I call me

But this reflection makes no sense

To be means to fall into the misery of flesh

Yet the call of nothingness brings no solution

Tired to live, yet not wishing anything else

I feel sick of my own existence

Today rises a scream I once buried within my guts

Wandering, going in circles

I'm doomed to this pathetic weakness

The howling within keeps silent

Constraind to limits flesh and spirit can't stand

Bound to the Angel when the Beast arises

My mind's a blazing maelstöm

Where matter and ether are torn

Stuck to existence

Like a spider on the mirror surface

I climb a crystal mountain

Reflecting icons in rags

Echos of reality

Wandering, going in circles

I'm doomed to this pathetic weakness

And swallow my screams until

I'm suffocated

Whirling

Wandering

When grows the inner storm

With blazing razors of ice

When grows the inner storm

With blazing razors of ice

When the flesh turns into a hurricane

Drowns into the lake of fire

When even the soul is frozen

Then lead to self-ignition

The smallest word sinks in a white silence

With a burning noise of terror

White silence

A vanishing mind is calling

De profundis ad lucem

Oh

Captive in the black hole's center

Motionless exile

Lost in the eye of the inner vortex

Consciousness is scattered into dust

Captive in the black hole's center!

Have I been possessed by an outer god

And chained in the kingdom of Hades

It might be the time to ride the tiger

And conquer the darkest places

Am I doomed to feed the grind

The whirling chaos with my own blood

And sacrifice my own consciousness

On the altar of chtonian demons

Captive in the black hole's center

Motionless exile

Lost in the eye of the inner vortex

Consciousness is scattered into dust