Look at me-who are you?
ČOVJEK U OGLEDALU
Kada postigneš ono što si želio u borbi za sebe
I svijet te učini kraljem dana
Samo priđi ogledalu,pogledaj se
I vidi što taj čovjek ima za reči
Jer to nije tvoj otac ili majka ili žena
Čije sudove moraš proči
Osoba čije mišljenje najviše znači u tvom životu
Ona je koja te gleda iz ogledala.
Neki ljudi mogu misliti da si iskren prijatelj
I smatrati te divnim
Ali čovjek u ogledalu veli da si samo protuha
Ako mu ne možeš pogledati ravno u oči.
Njemu treba ugoditi,ostali nisu važni
Jer on je s tobom otvoren do kraja
I prošao si svoj najteži ispit
Ako je čovjek u ogledalu tvoj prijatelj.
Jer na putu života možeš prebaviti čitav svijet
I u prolazu će te ljudi tapšati po ramenu
Ali će ti konačna plača biti bol srca i suze
AKO SI PREVARIO ČOVJEKA U OGLEDALU.
Look at me - Who are you 
Look at me, who are you?
Only you know the truth
You are here
And make me feel so high
Day by day...
I said, my life is beautiful
.....
The mirror breaks and falls
Shattered dreams apon the floor
Spilling your blood with your hopes
A bleeding soul is all that remains...
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BLADE
There is a blade that cuts through us all.
It is a blade that cuts through the soul.
It cuts through it sharply and some parts just fade.
There is no help from that kind of blade.
It butchers you from the very day you were born,
And it shall butcher you until you are torn.
You want to escape it,but there is no way.
You feel it inside you each and every day.
The way it butchers you drives you insane,
You cannot stand the endless pain....
It can cut to pieces,it can tear to shreds.
Sometimes it cuts arms,sometimes heads.
You can hear both God and Devil laugh
As some get sliced exactly in half.
The blade is a border between black and white,
Between dark and light,
Between day and night...
It cuts only the things it should,
It is a border between evil and good.
Stranges thoughts round in my head, like ancient views in red,
a call coming through centuries,
like a legacy in my blood.
there's someting growing into me,
cannot control it much more time,
i feel it round into my veins and begins to awake.
The anxiety controls me...
and your neck, so white, there's not too much to loose, come on, let me taste your blood.
Aeternum vitae, hereditare in sanguinis, maledical dominus (but).
I can feel the ancestral thirst,
now my eyes see through the dark, we gonna live in the eternal night.
We gonna walk together, for all eternity wandering in the shadows,
spreading the fear. Night will be our.
To hunt and drink, to hunt and drink forever, the essence of life.
Eternity.
I call to you from earth.
I take your ears in furious hand.
I stretch your flesh.
Fall in dark desperation, the pain of spirit.
Igneum naturae, renovarum ispiritu!
My sword triumphant, like a dark symphony dirge,
to guide human fallen world,
into darkness, the pain of spirit, tyranical and infernal.
Satan legion's comes!