[Old Sarge]

Mirror? The mirror was not my friend for years,
as I, unshaven and unkempt as my soul,
could not bear the sight of that which stared
back out at me.

Not the face that all have come to know,
but a dessicated leer, a corpse of the past,
a ghoul fashioned of broken dreams.

But...

I fear it rises once more.

[Soaring Feather]

It's not the mirror it's self to fear,
but what, of course, is reflected there.
The answer comes from deep within
it was born with you
your life a map
you take some roads
some alleyways to nap
but what is inside of you
needs to be let free
never to rise again
to haunt your dream..

[Radix]

Dear Mirror on the wall
You see things beyond

Things behind, shielded from view
Irony in reflection, a look untrue

Left is right and right is left

The Old Sarge revered from here
Seems to know well a common fear

Dreams are known by silly men
The spectres are but a nuisance

Stay the path
Spare the wrath

Know, that in this place
Harmony, and special Grace