Year of the Red Moon - Mirror

Trapped in eternity and seems too long

Embalmed for centuries in leather and stone

My faded memories I can’t recall

Do I still live?

Am I young or old?

I climbed a mountain when time was young

To face the old one

From distant stars

My faith was feeble

My prayers died

One look and his eyes of fire

Got me petrified

Now I wait for you

Will you come and free me?

Time and space stand still

(Since the) year of red moon

Three hundred thousand years

Inside a crypt

My only company, madness and dreams

If you can hear me my time is running low

Try not to listen of things you shouldn’t know