I stayed before the thousand of mirrors And in each one I saw death There's no more differences between dead and alive The face of earth is mutilated by wars The wounds are bursting The endless agony has become a new form of existence Dead embryos ripen in the crippled wombs To go out and to step through the mirrors Didn't you want it? Didn't you go to it? In your rooms without mirrors, windows and doors It will come one day When our power rises When we're able to strike off The folded mankind Life begins to disappear Under the force of nuclear wastes The sky becomes bloodred It's the mourning for mankind Our dark shadows are portending your death Apocalyptic war Under the sign of Baphomet Will accompany new world Since it's creation's time And the aeon of oblivion will come