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