Xasthur. A Gate Through Bloodstained Mirrors. Zeneszám

Paint in blood

A sigil of death

On fading reflections

Beneath this night

Master of their infernal fears,

I take these burning gates...to reign

Pass this torch of evil (so I may become)

Through the candlelit

Bloodstained mirrors...

to succumb to the netherworld of Satan.

Stare through the eyes of my mirror master,

And the mirror stares back into me