Lyric

In the mirror, black flames burn

A flicker deep inside my churn

The walls whisper out my name

In ancient psalms of burning flame

The candle shakes, time slips away

A chilling breath that won’t betray

And in the silence, sharp and clear —

I hear a voice, so void, so near:

The devil speaks to me in dreams

His breath is cold like graveside streams

He knows my heart, my faintest light

And snuffs it out — face by face, night by night

The devil speaks, and I obey

His words like morphine burn away

He sits beside me in the void

A shadow bare, a dream destroyed

His laughter drips like heavy lead

A blood-bound pact where guilt has fled

I never asked, but there he came

In fractured worlds where doubts inflame

His verse is sweet, his gaze is poison

My soul now drifts with slow erosion

The devil speaks to me on wind

Like father to child, soft and pinned

He says: "This world’s not made for you —

Come with me, forget the truth."

The devil speaks, so soft, so clear —

His closeness now feels all too near

“You were never alone

I’ve always been here

In your doubt

In your fear...”

The devil speaks — I understand

His path is dark, but not of pain’s hand

I follow him, my gaze grows bare —

My voice is gone; no longer there

The devil speaks — and I disappear