
The shadows of demons appear on the wall.
Spectres all screaming at the Siren's call.
Ascending the castle in the darkest night.
My reflection glows in the dim firelight.
The Spectres are here and the light recedes.
I tremble in fear while my conscience bleeds.
The light has faded. It's gone, gone, gone.
The light has faded. It's gone.
Flashes of color in the cool autumn breeze.
Make me remember, fall down to my knees.
The demons all leave. They tremble in fear.
The light they perceive has become quite clear.
The Spectres have gone; consumed by the light.
The curtain is drawn. The beast is out of sight.
The curse has faded. It's gone, gone, gone.
The curse has faded. It's gone.
And so light and shadow are always at war.
Even though they don't know what they're fighting for.
Circles of light spinning out of control.
The demons will fight for your very soul.
Light and shadow in a constant duel.
Wherever they go, the world becomes cruel.
I look in the mirror. It's gone, gone, gone.
I look in the mirror. It's gone.



