Standing tall over the mirror
I gaze, ablaze and gleam
With reflection, that my eyes embrace
And each step, from the crowns of my soul
I treat with a symphony of lofty stride
Looking at my eyes which watch
Behind my head and I see my image
That embrace, each words from my eyes
That glowing nature of my flesh
And then all in all, conceit, in my realm
A glass house and smile my Worth.
Setting my shelters beyond the shadows of my soul
Feeling that unbreakable chain of the Python,
For it has shown me a know down
Which I was never path of the truth
And ever it brought light to me
And can't my worth
Take a sit of hope
In the chambers of my soul
And shadow the light of Fridericus fear
And the folly arrogance of men at of my soul.
