Lyrics

You point a shattered mirror at the world And mock those who dare to look But you most of all are afraid Of what you might see in the glass Your fire once shined bright in the distance The light in your eyes Could have drawn poison from a wound Your banner once fluttered in the mountain breeze Red, gold, and silver but little color remains I will still serve and love you For your intention is as pure as it was But your wounds are soaking through The rivers will flow with your blood And the crows will sing your name As they build their winter nests With your hair, bones and teeth The wind will serve her emperor And bring forth a cleansing storm To wash it all away Trilliums grow from the charred flesh of the old world Broken glass, rusted metal Brambles will draw the blood From all those who walk these lands You point a shattered mirror at the world And mock those who dare to look But you most of all are afraid Of what you might see in the glass My thoughts slowly turn to the past And her amethyst light In the dark my shadow will stifle the light And I will stay here in this labyrinth