Malevolent mirror,
With a powerfull cruelty
Where the suffering is predicted to exist
Reflecting the worst
Of the world's history
Controlling its lousy destiny
Ancestral wizards
Were cursing you
But nobody is free of your reach
Glass fed with spiritual sins
They paid dearly for their insolence

Inheritors of the crown of thorns
You'll praise betrayer merciless god
Who will burn your hearts
In a high greed hell
To take the revenge for the murder of his son

And so the third ghost
The one holy ghost
Set its compassion aside
With the essence of blood
And the wood of the cross
Broke the balance between death and life

Unlocking a door
Reflectiva in shape
To the universe negative load
And the rotten souls,
By the excess of grudge
Brought under control the physical world
The same as a virus corroding its host

Mirror, spit the reflection of hate,
Placed deep in human being feelings
Charged through the ages with sceptical repetances

Nobody is free of your reach
Nobody is free of your devilish swish

Eminence of fire
Gift from the infinite depth
Show me the wisdom
Of that who was revealed against the whole

And searching in its blinded light ray
I found myself as if it were no changes!
Perhaps believe in the mirror means you believe
In your own human's evil

I promise my faith, without fear to lose
My future, my own life, my body, my soul

Without fear to pass away
Without fear to serve to the eminence of fire
Gift from the infinite depth
Show me the wisdom
Of that who was revealed against

Inheritors of the crown of thorns
You'll be a virus corroding the world
Placing deep in human being feelings
Reflections of hate for the murder of his son