Mirror of Archon

Ancient rules of distant north. War will blaze up with a cold fire. The blood of a demon is caught in prisons In black mirror frame. Where the falcons fly in the skies above Tomans, where it's like a mountain wind that Erases the mirror of demons, the armies in glass With scuffles of hymns. There where narrow paths lie beyond cliffs, Rocks are grasped by a deep silence. Sweet streams flow in the whisper, So heavy out of its walls. The sea of hell still rages, Incarcerating the mirror since ancient times. Their souls became slaves forever who Fear their reflection. The walls of the prison, solid as stone, Are melted in wax streams. Stars light up a smoking torch. Is it not today the wall that will break? Yeah. There was no freedom sweeter for the prisoner. Poison air is full of the hope. Starry hot waters run the soul. The glass is cracked. The sea of hell still rages, Incarcerating the mirror since ancient times. Their souls became slaves forever who Fear their reflection.