Reflections Of Doom

I dream…I´m in the forest at winter night …
I see…in the ground a lonely grave…
Deceased…body lying in the dark…
It´s me…

I wake up at the night in freezing cold.
In my eyes a vision from the dream..
I walk around full of fear….

I fall deep into my mind,
into echoing darkness inside.
I balance on narrow string
between reason and insanity.
What should I belive?
Could this be a prophcy?
My sense still falling away
I close my eyes and start to pray…

Reflection of Doom…
Blood Red Face of the Moon…
Reflection of Doom

…Shadows fade away as a
bright light fills my mind…inside…
…Dawn of new winterday releases
me from my pain…I´m saved…
…The power within me
immortal soul that won´t die…I´ll survive…
…Belief grows in me Jesus Christ
I have seen…He is real…

Fire burns in me with high flames.
Thoughts of death no longer frighten me.
I walk around without fear…

I tried to find the reason from life,
somekind of peace of mind.
Now I tear down the lies that
have covered my whole life.
Watch me now believe.
Consider this as a prophecy.
I am my own lord but up there is the one I pray…

Reflection of Doom…
Blood Red Face of Moon…
Reflection of Doom