Teksty: Dreamgale. Shadow Of The Past.

Memory shows me mirrors,
Each with a different reflection of my face.
I know I've seen them all,
I've been them all,
And when the shadows fall
I hear a distant call,
A demon I cannot erase.


A shadow of the past is chasing me,
Reminding me how things used to be.
Wherever I reside I still can see.
Nowhere to turn my eyes or flee.