Tekstovi: Angel. Mirrors.

Ooh, magic swords with many lords
For treasures that abound me
Ooh, battle cries that fill the skies with pain

Images I see make my destiny
Reflecting back to me, that which is to be

Ooh, at first, [Incomprehensible]
For warriors that I've slain
Ooh, feeling more, the scars of war and pain

Images I see make my destiny
Reflecting back to me, that which is to be

Ooh, setting sights through horror nights
For ships that sail the sea
Ooh, so I yearn the dawn's returning fleet

Images I see make my destiny
Images I see make my destiny
Reflecting back to me, that which is to be