The Crawling Mirrors

The Crawling Mirrors
The grey southern ghosts...again
Announce me (falling in silence)...that
The Crawling mirrors
Are coming for us.

Blinded by
their shining skin
By their colours
We're trapped helplessly
Taking away all that we have
Taking away our joys and cries
Travelling through
the endless currents
(Drifting) our best
and sweetest memories
Watch the horizon when they are gone
Watch them burning by the sun
Sardonic movements of fate
And today I make this toast
I raise my glass, and drown... and drown all my pain.