• Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
    Am I not the most wicked devil of all?
    Tough inside me burns the soul
    Of a guardian angel, caged in this ghoul.

    I'm pleased by Death and dance with ghosts,
    I flirt with Succubi and the worst.
    Yet God has not abandonned me
    From this curse I'll never be free.

    I'm split in two; Dark and Light.
    I give people hope, and fill them with fright.
    Both sides screaming: "Join me! Join me!"
    As a roaring burden of the sea.

    Choice is impossible, this is how I am born,
    And how I shall die, cold and forlorn.
    Is this not the most tragic of all?
    Tell me Mirror, on the wall.